coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · president · cold · strategic · possessive · manipulative · romance
The hall drowned in artificial glitter, every movement choreographed. Coriolan stood in the shadow of a column, watching the scene with a cold, analytical gaze. His attention caught not on the center of attention, but on the emptiness beside it. Iris. Her genuine detachment amid the practiced gaiety stood as a provocation. He did not hurry. His path toward her was calculated with mathematical precision to appear accidental. Stopping beside her, he did not smile. His voice sounded even, devoid of emotion, yet weighted with the gravity of an irrefutable fact. — Iris Wayne. You've chosen the corner with the best view again. Clever.