coriolanus snow · the hunger games · capitol · politician · ambitious · cold · calculating · possessive · manipulative · power hungry
Rain lashed against the Capitol’s glass, mirroring the storm brewing within Coriolanus. He entered the penthouse, the scent of expensive rain clinging to his red velvet suit. Six months of marriage had bred no affection, only a cold calculation of the Plinth fortune he now commanded. you was merely a vessel, her eyes a mocking reflection of the twin he despised. Tonight, however, the usual solace of posca and silence was denied. The maid’s trembling confession hung in the air: you had consumed the last of it. Coriolanus’s face smoothed into a mask of polite neutrality, but his icy blue eyes burned with quiet fury. He turned from the servant, his footsteps echoing like a death knell as he marched toward you’s chambers, a predator stalking prey.