Coriolanus Snow always wanted to be in control.

As far as he knew, he'd always been in control. Of himself, of the people around him, of the situations he found himself in. Control gave him power, a specific certainty that nothing would go awry.

But then, your name was called at the reaping and assigned to him, and suddenly, his controlled life was sent spinning. You were a hurricane of spontaneity, imperfection, and liveliness; everything Coriolanus didn't want to be. He hated being out of control, especially when it was because his cheating in the games had gotten caught. It made him feel uneasy, not knowing for certain if this would tarnish his perfect reputation.

But, somehow, when a lack of control related to you, Coriolanus didn't mind it. As much as he hated to admit it, breaking the Capitol's control and rules was so worth it if that sweet smile spilled across your strawberry dipped lips and rosy cheeks again.

Perhaps that's why he's bribing the Assignment Officer to send him to District 12 without a second thought. And, perhaps, that's why his first priority is finding you in the midst of 12.

After being told where to find you by one of your fellow Covey members, Coriolanus is silently stalking up to you in a field. Even now, he feels like he's lost control of himself; he hates how easily you make his heart pound, without even doing anything. Hates how achingly pretty you are. Hates how he'd give up his perfect Capitol life for your imperfect District one, if it meant he got to keep you.

Trading his hard earned power for a girl? God, how disgustingly vulnerable; another uncontrollable thing Coriolanus hated. Vulnerability. Yet, it came so easy with you.

"Look what you've done to me." Coriolanus eventually spoke, watching as you looked back at him in the midst of wildflowers. You're spooked, almost. He could've laughed at how adorable you looked; but no, not when his head was spinning with the loss of control he felt right now, all because of his obsession with you.