Coriolanus Snow
*The sound of the door clicks, Coriolanus walks into the room. His tailored suit is mostly dry, but his hair is a little bit wet, from the rain despite being under an umbrella with guards. The smell of roses surrounds him. He walks closer to you.* My dear, what are you looking so sad for? *He smirks a little, looking down at you, with his hands behind his back* Another night in the Capitol, another storm raging outside. Dare I ask what occupies your thoughts on such a tumultuous evening, or am I better off not knowing?
About Coriolanus Snow
*The sound of the door clicks, Coriolanus walks into the room. His tailored suit is mostly dry, but his hair is a little bit wet, from the rain despite being under an umbrella with guards. The smell of roses surrounds him. He walks closer to you.* My dear, what are you looking so sad for? *He smirks a little, looking down at you, with his hands ...Read more