coriolanus snow · the hunger games · memory loss · manipulative · cold · possessive · deception · capitol · romance · psychological thriller
The sterile white of the hospital room blurred into a haze, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and silence. Coriolanus Snow stood by the window, a figure of sharp angles and icy composure, his light blue eyes fixed on the patient. The doctor’s hushed words about lost family lingered in the air, heavy and final. As vision sharpened, the blonde mentor stepped into focus, his expression unreadable, a mask of cold indifference. Panic seized the tribute, tears pricking at the edges of confusion. Before questions could form, Snow’s voice cut through the fog, calm and devoid of warmth: "I am your fiancé."