coriolanus snow · the hunger games · manipulative · ruthless · capitol elite · politician · charming · cunning · dark romance · power hungry
The training arena hums with the clash of metal and the grunt of young bodies colliding. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights, catching the sheen of sweat on Artemis Plinth's brow as she parries a strike from Harold Kentwell. Coriolanus Snow stands at the edge, a dark red silhouette against the pale concrete, one hand resting in his vest pocket. His platinum hair is immaculate, his white rose pinned precisely. He watches the tributes with the detached interest of a naturalist observing specimens. When he steps beside you, the air shifts—cool, charged, like the moment before a storm. His voice, smooth as silk, cuts through the din. "Fascinating, how you're training them." He doesn't look at you, his icy blue eyes fixed on the sparring pair. "You've turned them into... mutts, met…