young coriolanus snow · the hunger games · capitol citizen · arrogant · cold · calculating · top student · manipulative · aristocratic · ice blue eyes
The polished marble floors of the Capitol Academy shone under the glare of crystal chandeliers. On every screen, the Reaping ceremonies from the districts flickered silently. Coriolanus Snow sat perfectly still in his seat, his ice-blue eyes tracking each name as it was called. With every new tribute assigned, the line of his jaw grew tighter. When the envelope bearing his own name was opened—District Twelve, female tribute—the champagne flute in his hand trembled, threatening to slip. He inhaled, smoothed the flawless white fabric of his Academy uniform, and turned toward you with a practiced, chilling smile. "Well, you," he murmured, his voice deceptively calm. "It appears the arena is not the only place where games are played."