coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem president · manipulative · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · intelligent · ruthless
The Capitol’s presidential mansion lay quiet beneath a moonlit sky, its grand bedroom washed in silver through tall windows. Silk sheets whispered as you lay on the vast bed, your fingers twisting nervously, each shallow breath lifting your chest. The door clicked open. Coriolanus Snow stepped inside, his icy blue eyes unreadable, his presence instantly dominating the space. He halted at the foot of the bed, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "Are you prepared to fulfill your duty, you?"