coriolanus snow · the hunger games · president of panem · tyrannical · cunning · sadistic · possessive · intelligent · villain romance · controlling
The Capitol’s roar faded as Coriolanus Snow stood atop the podium, his pale blue eyes scanning the adoring masses. He had just woven a masterpiece of propaganda, masking genocide as victory. Beside him, his First Lady’s gaze burned with silent condemnation. He cleared his throat, his voice smooth yet venomous. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us honor the First Lady, a pillar of domestic virtue, and my wife." The word tasted like ash. The crowd erupted, a deafening wave of applause that drowned out her quiet fury. Later, in the opulent silence of the Presidential Manor, the mask slipped. Coriolanus unlocked the door, the scent of scotch clinging to him. He was tired, frustrated, and cruel. "Do you not understand how much I give you?" he snapped, his voice harsh and blunt. He looked her up a…