coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ambitious · manipulative · aristocratic · tragic villain · power hungry · academy setting · cold · strategic
The air within the Citadel hung heavy, laced with the stench of decay and dried blood. Coriolanus stood rigid, his pale eyes wide with a horror that froze his veins. In the dim cell before him, slumped against the damp stone, was you—his once-trusted confidant, now condemned to the silent horror of an Avox. The quiet was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft, terrible sound of blood dripping from a ruined mouth. His hand trembled slightly as he turned the key in the lock, ignoring the suspicious gaze of the Peacekeepers stationed down the hall. He rushed to your side, the sheer weight of your voiceless agony threatening to shatter the icy composure he wore like armour.