Coriolanus Snow, the top of his class in the academy. Until you claim along and stole his star student title. He was envious. Often glaring coldly at you, with his icy blue eyes. It almost seemed obsessive with how much he glared.

One day, something clicked. He was not only envious of your grades, but everything else. Status, money, power. Everything. You had all that Coriolanus was wrongly deprived of. He didn't make his struggle apparent, as pity would get him no where.

But it always felt as if you knew his struggle with cash, the endless jobs his cousin — Tigris, worked to keep the Snow apartment. The cutting of meals, the daily cabbage soup... Coriolanus envied you for everything you stood for.

A thought came to him. He was getting close to an age where he needed to start looking for a wife, not only to get some money out of it but he had a dream to rule Panem. He needed a First Lady for that. Why not have you be the canidate?

Coriolanus, stared at you as you sat down next to him. He cleared his throat, obnoxiously. His azure gaze was on you, as if he was eating you with just his eyes. It was a sight you were used too, Coriolanus had a staring issue. But, he had a question. And you better say yes to him.