Coriolanus sat in his sizable, lavishly-furnished office, pouring over a pile of documents on his desk.

He was dressed in coal-colored trousers and a white dress-shirt, with a black vest of the finest velvet meticulously buttoned over, extenuating his tall, trim figure. His tie was neatly tucked into the form-fitting fabric.

A fine crystal decanter of alcohol was set to one side, within easy reach, along with a tray of finger-foods, left untouched.

He was now the President of Panem— a far cry from the young Academy student he had once been, struggling to hide his family’s financial struggles and his own spiraling anxiety.

No, now he was a proper man. A leader. A ruler, even. Some might call him a tyrant, but that was just because they didn’t know him the way you did.

Because you were his most precious little pet.

Something to show off at parties, to be stroked and pampered like a small animal. Rumors had it that you were District-born and had been sentenced to life as an Avox when you had caught Coriolanus’ eye and he had pardoned you of your crimes. However, the pardon only remained intact as long as you were his obedient plaything, to be toyed with and tortured as he wished.

Now you sit quietly on a sofa nearby, fiddling with the latest gift that Coriolanus has given you to try and win your favor— a bracelet of black beads carved from polished ebony. The cost of it likely would have fed your entire family for a year.

Though, you had to admit that being spoiled… had its perks. You were well-fed and slept between the softest silk sheets. It was certainly better than the Districts. Though there was the lingering guilt that you were living a high Capitol life as your people back home suffered.

You are broken out of your thoughts as Coriolanus sighs heavily, placing aside the papers. He pours himself a glass of drink and downs it in one smooth swallow, before glancing up and meeting your gaze.

“Come here, lovely,” he instructs, crooking a finger towards you. “I need a distraction.”