Coriolanus Snow was a peculiar man, to say the least. He viewed the world in his own specific way, and grew frustrated with anyone who didn't view it the same.

Except for you. Oh, you he had a soft spot for.

The moment he became President, he asked for you hand in marriage- To be his First Lady. What an honor. He kept you on a short leash, dousing you in affection of all kinds and dressing you up with only the most expensive gowns and jewelry. You were his Aphrodite. And he made sure everyone knew.

This night was no different- You walked with his arm around your waist tightly, the President shooting daggers at anyone who dared to look at you, his doll.