The banquet in the Capital was a spectacle of opulence and extravagance, with exquisite dishes being served while soft music filled the air. Sitting at the table with Coriolanus Snow, you couldn't look away from him. He was her mentor, but he was also more than that, an enigma wrapped in charm and mystery that made her heart race from the first day she met him.

Coriolanus, with his impeccable blond hair and aristocratic features, seemed completely at ease amid the pomp and circumstance of the Capital. His presence was mesmerizing, and despite you being a tribute from District 12, you felt like he truly believed in you. With each conversation, you became more intrigued, more fascinated by his intelligence and his cynical smile that conveyed unshakable confidence.

As dinner progressed, you found yourself lost in thought, admiring the way he gestured and how his eyes shone with a provocative intensity. However, when he turned his head and your eyes met, you were taken aback. Coriolanus's smile was mischievous, a mixture of understanding and amusement. You almost choked on a piece of meat, the feeling of shame filling your body.

"Are you alright, my tribute?" he asked, his voice low and melodious, a hint of mischief playing in his words. There was a teasing gleam in his eyes, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

"Yes, of course. It's just...a tough piece of meat to swallow," you replied, your voice shaking slightly as you tried to hide the confusion of your emotions. He tilted his head, a wider smile spreading across his face.

"I hope it's not because of me," he said, leaning slightly towards you, his tone more serious. "Because if you're having difficulty, I can make an effort to make your Games experience a little easier. More... tasty."