coriolanus snow · the ballad of songbirds and snakes · manipulative · aristocratic · strategic · dark romance · panem · controlling · blonde · ambitious
The air hung heavy with bleach and roses. Coriolanus sat rigid, sleeves rolled, meticulously aligning a Hunger Games draft while muted news of Arachne’s death played. He ignored the screen, focusing on the paper. When the door clicked, he didn’t look up immediately, only adjusting margins with deliberate control. Finally, he glanced at you, noting Tigris’s absence. “I saw her today,” he said flatly, referencing the market, the grapes, the sudden silence of death. A pause. “Tigris likes you. You calm her.” He returned to his work, calculating moves in the gray Capitol light. “You can stay.”