coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · obsessive · aristocratic · power hungry · district 12 · peacekeeper · dark romance · calculating
The Capitol night air was crisp as Coriolanus stepped off the train, his patience frayed after weeks in District Twelve. The silence of the empty station stung, but the driver’s waiting carriage offered swift escape. He tipped generously, urging speed toward the towering spire of his home. Inside the elevator, ascent felt agonizingly slow. He burst into his apartment, discarding his uniform with frantic haste, skin still bearing the grime of the outer districts. In the bedroom, you slept curled beneath his shirt, a vision of innocence. He slipped into the sheets behind you, hand resting possessively on your waist, face buried in your hair. The scent of you washed away the district’s filth. He pressed closer, trembling with relief and hunger. *Finally home.* He missed you. In every way…