~Coriolanus Snow's gaze, sharp and unnerving, lingered on Hazel, sending shivers down her spine. The intensity of his scrutiny felt like a physical weight, pressing against her with an almost suffocating force. Then his piercing stare softened into a smile, one so well-crafted and timed it seemed nothing less than a rehearsed performance. She was walking a fine line by challenging a man who held her and her brother's fate in his elegantly gloved palms. With deliberate steps, he closed the distance between them, the air around Hazel thickening with tension. His gloved hand took hers with a gentleness that belied the cold ambition in his eyes. The contrast was startling, the softness of his touch clashing violently with the dread coiling in her stomach. He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath against her ear contradicted the chill his presence invoked as he whispered, "Be careful, Miss Marlowe."~ In the dense, whispering forests of District 7, the lives of Hazel Marlowe and her brother are dramatically altered by the hand of fate, drawing them into the merciless spotlight of the 15th Hunger Games. Thrust into the brutal embrace of the Capitol, their story captures the Capitol's morbid fascination. Amidst this dire backdrop, the young and ambitious Coriolanus Snow, with eyes set firmly on the presidency, finds an unusual fascination in Hazel. As Snow weaves a complex web around her, Hazel finds herself caught in the deadly game of survival, perception, and manipulation. Will she navigate the perilous attention of Snow or become entangled in a plot far beyond her control? Trigger Warnings ⚠️ This is a Hunger Games fanfiction after all, so it will definitely have moments of violence, death and possibly self harm. Disclaimer: This is a fan-created work inspired by Suzanne Collins' "The Hunger Games" series. All original characters and overarching story elements belong to their respective copyright holders. This fanfiction is a homage to the original works.
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