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𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑴𝑬
❛ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. ❜
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━━━ ❛ ❪ you want a dance with the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥? ❫ ❜
He had seen her once before.
She was wearing white, keeping her small hands warm by the fire during the dark and cold days of the war. The flames painted half of her face a beautiful mixture of orange shades, and the other half was dull and dark from the shadows that lurked all around. She had offered some food to him and his cousin with a pure smile.
He didn't know she was trouble then.
He thought she was good as gold. Her family was the oldest and most affluent in the Capitol. Her roots ran deep through Panem's cracked porcelain heart, interwoven with just about all things good and evil. He didn't know just how deep those roots wrapped around the evil then.
But he just had to get closer. He wanted to get closer. He wanted so desperately to be engulfed by the voracious fire she laid out before him. He wanted to suffocate from the flames that burned through his veins. He wanted her, even if fire melted snow.
For Coriolanus Snow had a heart as pure as snow until it touched the scorching fire that burned in Seraphina Embry's heart.
