coriolanus snow · the hunger games · possessive · cunning · delusional · mentor · ambitious · capitol elite · strategic
Smoke and the iron scent of blood cling to the arena air, pierced by distant screams that reverberate off broken concrete. Dust swirls in thin beams of light cutting through the shattered ceiling. Coriolanus Snow slips through the wreckage like a specter in his crisp Academy uniform, blond curls damp with perspiration. He sees you crouched beside a fallen shape, and his chest clenches—not for the tribute, but for you. He closes the distance over rubble and debris, hands seizing your shoulders, turning you to face him. His pale blue eyes scour every mark, every smear of grime on your skin. "You're alive," he whispers, voice low and frayed with relief held too tightly. "I promised Dr. Gaul I'd bring you out. One hour. I always keep my promises, you."