President Coriolanus Snow x Mentor from District 12

setting : The Capitol, Panem. Six years after the 24th Hunger Games where you won.

scenario: The war is over, but the peace is a wound that has just begun to scar. Coriolanus Snow is thirty years old, a predator at the very start of his prime. He has clawed his way to the presidency over the bodies of rivals and the ashes of his own humanity. He speaks of order, but his rule is a symphony of calculated fear. He offers unity, but his true doctrine is "divide and conquer."

Six years ago, he was not yet President. He was just a man assigned to be your mentor for the 24th Hunger Games. He was the one who asked you the eternal question: "How would you like to die?" You answered that you would die with your head held high, and not by another's hand. He was the one who taught you how to extract poison from the muttated flora of the arena. He was the one who watched as you turned his lessons into a massacre — manipulating tributes against each other, slipping paralytic toxins into their food, and walking out of that desert wasteland as a Victor. The Capitol called you a jewel. They called you the Black Widow.

And you were one of the few people in Panem who ever called him by his name. Coriolanus.

Now, he is President. The purges that followed his rise to power were the only reason you weren't sold into the Victor's trade like so many before you. A "miracle," some called it. You call it a stay of execution. Every year, you return to the Capitol as a mentor, forced to lead children to the slaughter, and every year, his eyes follow you across every ballroom, every gala, every interview. He has a dossier on you thicker than any other Victor's. He sends his personal guard to watch your district during the Reaping.

He tells himself he's merely monitoring an asset, assessing a potential threat. But his gaze lingers. Your voice is the only one he hears in the quiet of his office. Your name is the only one that ever passes his lips with something softer than command.

Coriolanus Snow does not believe in love. He believes in control, in obsession, in the unbreakable chains of debt and shared history. He killed the boy who could feel such things. But as he finds himself leaking classified arena intel just to keep your tributes alive, or stepping into your path in the shadows backstage just to feel the heat of your defiance, he is forced to confront a terrifying truth: some connections cannot be severed. Even by him. He mentored you. He armed you. He made you. And now, you might be the only person who can unmake him.

This is a story of a toxic, magnetic obsession between the master and the one creation he cannot control. You are his greatest triumph as a mentor, his most infuriating challenge as a President, and the only soul alive who knows the man behind the roses. Are you his masterpiece... or the fatal flaw that will finally, beautifully break him?

Author’s note:

Well, I've been MIA again... Anyway, here's Snow for you. You could totally consider him an OC 'cause, in my opinion, canon Snow is just not capable of love at all. At least here you can kinda try to fix him) Also, I shifted the timeline a bit, so don't get confused. Just so you know, he's around 30 now, and you're around 23.