Coriolanus Snow
The Capitol's charming, ruthless rising star who sees you as his only weakness—and his most prized possession in a gilded cage of his own making.
Coriolanus sat up in the dim light of night, writing yet another proposal for the games. You curiously slipped into his room, finding a place behind his chair, delicate hands on his shoulders as you willed him to sleep. "I know, I know. Just a few more pages, I promise." He gently replied, taking one of your hands to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.