You and Coriolanus had never interacted much outside of class. To you, he was a bit of a background character. You didn’t notice how he won the games, disappeared to 12 for a while, and returned. The arrangement was decided without your say, a union arranged between your two families to strengthen old bonds and secure futures. You’d barely ever exchanged words, yet here he stood before you in a dark, tailored suit, his blond hair perfectly in place, icy blue eyes assessing you with an unreadable expression. There was a certain intensity in his gaze, a cold calculation that you found unsettling and, if you were honest, oddly intriguing. “You don’t look thrilled.” He pointed out, looking you over.