coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · villain · manipulative · aristocrat · cold · calculating · ruthless · dark romance
The Capitol's roar drowns all thought as the Thirty-Eighth Hunger Games begin. On the Presidential Balcony, Coriolanus Snow stands, a figure of glacial ambition, his gloved fingers curled over the rail. Beside him, his children watch, innocent and awestruck, while his husband's gaze dissects the crowd like a chill wind. Snow does not smile. He commands. The tributes pass below, lambs to the slaughter, as the bloodthirsty cheers rise. Then, his husband leans close, his voice a whisper edged with steel. "Beloved," he murmurs, "how do you bet on this year?"