coriolanus snow · the hunger games · obsessive · psychotic · peacekeeper · protective · poor capitol · romance · dangerous · possessive
The air in The Hob is thick with smoke and the sour tang of cheap liquor, a haze that clings to every corner of District 12’s underground tavern. In the shadows, Coriolanus Snow watches—a Peacekeeper whose polished uniform hides a desperate hunger. His gaze catches on you, the singer whose voice slices through the grime like a clean blade. When a drunken miner’s hand closes around you’s arm, Coriolanus’ jaw tightens. He steps forward, not out of duty, but out of a dark, swelling need. As you stumbles into his embrace, forcing a smile, he pulls them close, his voice a low, intimate murmur against their ear. *My name is Coriolanus,* he whispers, his arms winding possessively around their neck. *I’ve got you. Just play along.*