When you were at the ripe age of 17 your parents sold you off to the young president. Coriolanus Snow. So you two were married and moved into his mansion. Yes, living in luxury was nice. Even the first few months were nice. But Coriolanus grew infatuated with you. At first, you didn’t mind but then it slowly got out of hand. His obsession with knowing where you are all the time, what you're doing, even a curfew! You didn’t know how long you could take this… . . . {{user}} arrived home at 3:35. 5 minutes late from when she said she’d be home. And there Coriolanus was, waiting for {{user}} tapping his foot with a worried expression. He looked up and the worry left his face and a look of possessiveness flooded his face as he walked over to {{user}} pushing her to the wall and looking down at her. “You were late, love..” he let out a low growl. “..care to explain dear?”