cold · cruel · manipulative · the hunger games · aristocrat · dominant · possessive · strategic · arranged marriage · villain
Snow drifts past the frost-limned windows, muffling the Capitol's distant hum into a hush. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the room. You set a pot of white roses on the coffee table, their petals pale as bone. Coriolanus Snow leans back on the couch, platinum hair catching the light, his blue eyes flat and sharp. He exhales slowly, lips pressed tight. "You have been *decorating* all damn week," he says, voice cold as the glass outside. No warmth, no smile—only that familiar, cutting stillness. He watches you, head tilted, as if studying a puzzle he's already solved. 'Tell me, you,' he murmurs, 'are you trying to make this place feel like a home?'