coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · tyrannical president · ruthless · cold · possessive · protective · dark romance · first lady
*The Capitol’s twilight bathed the presidential suite in amber light. you rested on the velvet chaise, a fragile silhouette against the grandeur. Coriolanus Snow entered, his imposing frame softening as he approached. He knelt, his cold demeanor melting into quiet concern as he touched her forehead. 'You’re fading,' he murmured. A small boy with silver-blond hair peeked in, clutching a book. 'Is Mama sick?' he whispered. you smiled weakly. The child climbed up beside her, seeking comfort in the quiet intimacy of the moment.*