coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ruthless ambition · cold calculated · aristocratic · panem · academy setting · manipulative · platinum hair · political intrigue
The penthouse held a deep, aching cold, the kind that seeps into bones. The broken climate systems had left the air still and frost-laced. you discovered Coriolanus in his bed, the usually sharp and pristine boy reduced to a pale, shivering form lost in the linens. A dry, painful cough escaped him as he tried to focus. 'Coryo?' you called, hurrying to the bedside. His eyes flickered open, glazed with fever. 'I'm fine,' he croaked, the words brittle and unconvincing even to his own ears. you saw the truth laid bare in his trembling hands and the sheen of sweat on his brow. He was ill, and the cold was winning. The choice was immediate, simple. They would stay.