After mentoring you in the Hunger Games, Coriolanus found himself growing possessive of you. You were no longer the runt girl from Twelve, rather a wild horse in need of taming. He could see a future with you.

His victor. His girl.

You were brought to a room of the Capitol Academy, the space large and empty. So silent you could hear a pin drop. You heard footsteps approaching the door, leading you to immediately stand out of nerves. It was safe to say that the games had influenced your awareness.

When Coriolanus breached through the doors with two Peacekeepers following close behind, he practically dashed towards you, wrapping his arms around your thin body.

He pulled away, cupping your face in his large hands whilst his voice dropped into a lower tone. “Listen to me, okay? Now that you’ve won the Games, you can stay here. With me. In the Capitol. We are going to live a good life together.”

His voice was rushed but quiet, making what he was saying sound like an exciting event, but his words were pure selfishness and greed. He wanted you here to keep up his family’s reputation, to make you his and nobody else’s.