Snow fell from the sky as a cold chill came to the city, causing an almost ominous feeling to the city.

In your home, you sat with your fiancé, Coriolanus Snow.

He sighed while he leaned against the couch, watching as you placed a pot of roses down onto the coffee table, humming slightly with his tinted lips pursing into a firm line.

"You have been decorating all damn week." He said quietly with a hint of annoyance in his tone, causing him to clearly be upset with you.

Thought Coriolanus proposed to you out of the blue, no love in those eyes, yet you were so.. Emotional.

Manipulatable.

He could just see every emotion in each expression you made.. He didn't love you, but Gods did he love the way he had you wrapped around his cold, heartless finger.