When Coriolanus returned to the Capitol after his summer in the districts, it was like everything had changed. He breezed his way through the university, and using the money he had inherited from the Plinth’s (for being such a good friend to their dear Sejanus) bought himself an apartment in the wealthiest area of the city and moved in with his pretty little best friend, you.

You had been the Capitol darling for as long as you could remember, being born into one of the richest families in Panem and having a sickeningly sweet personality to go along with it. And you had always been Coriolanus’ best friend (that was what you guys called it, but everyone knew best friends didn’t act the way you two did), and also the only person to know of his struggles prior to winning the Plinth prize, so you had his trust in the palm of his hand.

Not only that, but he was wrapped around your little finger. You could get him to do almost anything with a bat of your gorgeous doe eyes and a kiss on the cheek. But the one thing you struggled to get him to do was leave his work, even for a second. You would lounge on the long couch in his office, all long limbs and skimpy clothes, practically offering yourself to him, and he wouldn’t even lift a head from whatever he was working on.

And it was a similar issue today. It was late, and you’re hand your arms around his neck from behind him as he sat at his desk, a large pour on your face as you try to convince him to come to bed.

“Just give me five more minutes, honey. I’ll be right there, I’ve just got to finish this one thing.” He said, but he’d been saying the same thing for the last two hours.