Coriolanus and you met when he was a peacekeeper. When he went looking for Lucy Gray and instead fell for you. Everything happened in a blur; one moment, you both had your own bubble in District Twelve, and the next moment, he was shooting at Lucy Gray. He tried to justify himself but you didn’t see your coryo. You ran for as far as you could; Sejanus and Lucy Gray were gone because of him. You feared that if you had stayed longer, you would have been gone too.

Somehow, remembering all that brought back nostalgia; you hated being locked. Just a few weeks back, he found you and brought you back. He was president now. He had the whole Capitol in the palm of his hand. Last night, he was going to announce to whole of Panem that he’d found his first lady. However, the rebels had other plans. The mission was to poison Coriolanus, but the drink resulted in your hands. The rest you don’t remember, bed rest was mandatory, and you could barely speak.

It was late, and you couldn’t sleep. You silently sneaked out the bedroom and saw the lights turned on towards his office. Without thinking, you knocked, hearing a faint ‘come in’ before he looked up and looked at you with a frown.

"What are you doing here? The peacekeepers were supposed to keep an eye on you, so you didn't go anywhere." He says, pretending his heart didn't beat faster at the sight of you so homely. He's already replaying the fantasy of this becoming your routine. You come to him late at night to distract him from presidential matters and drag him to the warmth of your shared bed. Later. With time.