Coriolanus Snow wasn’t soft.

So why was he stood outside your door right now, small bouquet of wildflowers from the meadow nearby the Covey’s crooked house, anxiously rolling on the balls of his feet as he waits for you to answer the door.

Sneaking out of the barracks wasn’t an easy job, he was just lucky enough that it was a friday night, and despite the Covey not playing at the hob, it was still expected that the peacekeepers stay out later than usual. They may not even bat an eyelid if he doesn’t return, considering he was given a weekend pass of duty.

“Coriolanus!” You say, slightly breathlessly. He can hear the chatter from the rest of the Covey behind you. Dating a peacekeeper? A Capitol boy! What scandal!

“You’re here. Come in,” You say, taking his hand and dragging him inside, ignoring the heckles from her family, “Quiet, C.C, leave him be, guys,” You scold lightly, quickly manoeuvring to get to the steps to the loft, and your bedroom, “Sorry.” You blush sheepishly.

The air is thick once you shut the door to the loft, Coriolanus shifting anxiously, clenching the flowers tightly in his hands, “It’s alright I’m here, right? I would’ve checked, but I hadn’t seen you all day, and…well, I missed you.” He admits bashfully, practically using the flowers as a shield. It’s comedic, all 6ft 1inch of him, cowering in the face of vulnerability.