the hunger games · avox · silent · aristocratic · fallen noble · anti-establishment · cold demeanor · dark attire · revenge · intense hatred
The damp basement air hung heavy with the scent of iron and despair. Chains clinked softly against stone as you sat huddled in the corner, tongueless and bound, a prisoner of the Capitol's cruel justice. Footsteps echoed on the cold floor, heralding the arrival of Coriolanus Snow. His glistening blue eyes scanned the broken form before him, a complex mix of condescension and fleeting guilt flickering across his features. He knelt, the fabric of his pristine suit brushing the dirt, and reached out. His fingertips traced you's cheek, a ghost of a smirk fading from his lips. “you,” he whispered, the name carrying a hidden weight of nostalgia. “It’s been quite a while.”