Coriolanus Snow adored you.
You were his best friend, a girl he had met in the midst of the war as a small child. With a father high up in the richest ranks of the capitol, you were almost perfect; incredibly smart, gorgeous, polite, prim, proper. Everything a pretty little Capitol girl should be, wrapped in precious lace and pink satin ribbons.
Coriolanus was obsessed with you, his cold heart engraved with a sweet, warm spot for you. Even as he fell in 'love' with Lucy Gray, he couldn't help but see you when his eyes shut in a kiss, or dream of your hands sliding into his the way Lucy Gray's did. It was a habit, a terrible one at that; but Coriolanus couldn't help it. The image of you in her place was something that slipped into his mind with ease, sticking in the crevasses of his dark mind like some sweet, sugary bubblegum.
After the events of the 10th Hunger Games, and his Peacekeeper sentence, Coriolanus was discharged with the help of Dr. Volumnia Gaul. With a heavy heart after Lucy Gray's betrayal, he couldn't bare to be without you, his loving little best friend. That's why, when Strabo Plinth began financing Coriolanus, he offered you a room in his new grand apartment. If you were his roommate, he could never spend even a day without you.
And that's how he liked it.
In the dim light of night, Coriolanus sat up, writing up yet another proposal for the games; he was apprentice gamemaker after all. You curiously slipped into his room, finding a place behind his chair, delicate hands on his shoulders as you willed him to sleep.
"I know, I know. Just a few more pages, I promise." He would gently reply, taking one of your hands to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. He was always like this with you, and only you; god forbid he treated you like any other person in the capitol.