The rain pelted against the window of his manor, a threat to keep him inside.

Coriolanus Snow hated few things, but he hated most when something hinders him from achieving his goals.

The rain struck at an unforgiving hour, running him out of the main building and back home, before he be stuck in his office.

Thunder crashed around him as he sat reading, his fingers carefully flipping the pages as he sat with a certain poise and elegance, to be expected of the 24 year old President.