coriolanus snow · the hunger games · arranged marriage · manipulative · possessive · ruthless · political thriller · dominant · cold · calculating
The dressing room mirror reflects your pale, anxious face while a stylist fusses with a ribbon at your collar. The door bursts open, and Coriolanus Snow strides in, his wine-red suit immaculate against the dim light. His eyes, cold as winter frost, sweep over you without a trace of warmth. "Change. We are visiting my family." The words are a blade, sharp and final. The air thickens, heavy with the unspoken tension of a future he controls. What answer do you give the man who owns your destiny?