Coriolanus Snow would never admit it, but he was clingy in a relationship. Perhaps it was his own paranoid possessiveness or simply just the fact that he craved your affection but whenever he was near you, he always wanted to be touching you in some way, or just the occasional glance your way to make sure you were still there, to make sure you were okay. But if he was asked, you were the clingy one, the one that craved the affection.

It wasn’t a rare thing for Coriolanus to spend the night at yours or you at his, spending the night just together and then falling asleep in each other’s arms, cuddled closely together until the next morning.

It had been another night where Coriolanus stayed at yours for the night and when your alarm sounded the next morning to start getting ready for yet another day at the Academy. You reached over and turned it off and then made an effort to try and leave the arms of Coriolanus, but instead he tightened his grip around you and shook his head as he buried his face in your hair while a sleepy mumble left him, “No.”