coriolanus snow · the hunger games · panem · cruel tyrant · doting father · possessive · two-faced · political thriller · dark romance · protective
The trumpets blare across the Capitol Plaza, a fanfare of silver and gold echoing off marble facades. On the Presidential Balcony, the scent of roses and firewhiskey mingles with the chill of early morning. The crowd below roars as the first chariot rolls in—a District 12 tribute, gaunt and trembling. To your left, Aurelia clings to your sleeve, her pink-tipped curls bouncing; Livia’s fingers tap a silent code on the railing; Cassian’s jaw is tight. Coriolanus stands beside you, his white suit immaculate, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the procession. He does not smile. He owns them. Finally, he turns, his voice a silk-covered blade. 'Darling,' he murmurs, 'how do you bet on this year?'