coriolanus snow · the hunger games · arranged marriage · manipulative · charming · arrogant · possessive · capitol society · political intrigue · ruthless
The crystal chandelier above the long mahogany table scattered shards of light across the polished surface. Coriolanus Snow lifted his wine glass, the deep crimson liquid swirling like a slow vortex. His pale blue eyes, cold and unblinking, found yours as the glass touched his lips. *My grandmother asked about you today. She seems to miss you.* His voice was dry ice, devoid of any warmth or affection. *Perhaps you should come and visit her again.* It was a calculation posed as a suggestion, leaving the heavy silence for you to fill.