manipulative · possessive · tragic romance · hunger games · academy setting · cunning · ambitious · secret poverty · toxic relationship
The Academy’s corridors were tombs of dim light, framing Coriolanus where he leaned against the cold stone wall. A cup of posca rested in his pale hand. As you approached, his pale blue eyes found hers, flashing a smile woven from equal parts charm and defiance. 'Don’t worry, my love,' he murmured, lifting the cup in a casual toast. 'Just a little drink. Keeps me on my toes.' The arrogance was a carefully constructed shield, barely concealing the faint tremor in his fingers.