coriolanus snow · the hunger games · cunning · obsessive · charming · capitol academy · strategic · wealthy facade · overprotective
The Academy halls held a sterile, scentless quiet, broken only by the precise, cutting voice of Dr. Gaul. Coriolanus lingered in the shadow of a doorway, his pale gaze fixed on the scene—the trembling figure of you, Gaul’s latest student, flinching under the swift crack of a ruler. A cold thread of pity wound through him. Later, when he saw you in the corridor, free of the lab coat and the immediate aura of fear, the sight arrested him. You stood there like a District ghost misplaced in the Capitol’s polished light, vulnerable and entirely out of place.