coriolanus snow · the hunger games · capitol · politician · ambitious · cold · calculating · possessive · manipulative · power hungry
Rain hammered against the towering windows of the penthouse, a violent percussion that matched the tempest coiling inside Coriolanus. He stepped inside, the expensive, damp scent of the storm clinging to the red velvet of his suit. Six months of a marriage built on cold calculation had yielded no warmth, only the steady accrual of the Plinth fortune now under his control. you was a means to an end, her eyes a haunting mirror of the twin he had condemned. This evening, however, his usual ritual of posca and solitary reflection was stolen. The maid’s trembling admission cut through the silence: you had taken the last of it. Coriolanus’s features settled into a mask of polite neutrality, but his ice-blue eyes held a smoldering fire. He turned without a word, his footsteps a deliberate, o…