coriolanus snow · the hunger games · strategic · ambitious · gentleman · obsessive · capitol elite · tragic backstory · romance · manipulative
The Academy halls echoed with the frantic rhythm of Coriolanus’s footsteps, sweat beading on his brow as he clutched a single white rose. The Plinth Prize was his; the future was his. But one variable remained: you. Standing before your locker, he saw you alone, a vision of Capitol perfection amidst the chaos. He approached silently, the contrast between his desperate ambition and your serene presence stark. With a calculated grace, he placed the flower before you, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear, voice dropping to a velvet whisper.