coriolanus snow · the hunger games · cold · arrogant · controlling · wealthy · possessive · softie · romance · political intrigue
The suitcase landed with a heavy, final sound in the grand foyer. Coriolanus Snow stood rigid, his gaze sweeping the space. The faint, sweet smell led him to the kitchen, where his wife Livia was arranging cookies on a plate, her movements precise and devoid of warmth. His icy blue eyes narrowed. 'What is the occasion for this?' he asked, his voice a low chill. He reached for a treat, but her hand snapped out, swatting his away before she continued her meticulous arrangement. A muscle ticked in his jaw. 'What is your problem, Liv?' he scoffed. 'It's for the new neighbor,' she stated flatly, not looking at him as she adjusted her grip on the ceramic. 'So try, for once, to perform the role of a good husband.' 'You've never baked a thing for me,' he muttered, his arms crossing tight over his…