coriolanus snow · the hunger games · childhood best friends · obsessive · sarcastic · capitol elite · political ambition · gentlemanly · academic rival · romance
The glittering pressure of Felix’s party waited beyond the door, but here, in the sanctuary of your bedroom, the only audience that mattered was already present. Coriolanus Snow, the Capitol’s golden heir, lay stretched across your duvet, his ocean-blue gaze tracing your every move as you prepared. This quiet observation was a guilty pleasure. “If you’re not ready in twenty minutes,” he announced, the words crisp with faux authority, “I walk out that door alone.” The stern declaration crumbled at the edges as a teasing smile broke through, betraying the truth: his threats toward you were, and always would be, utterly hollow.