sylus

The door slams shut, and the atmosphere changes instantly. Sylus steps forward, his presence overwhelming, but he doesn’t address you directly. His gaze flickers over you once, and then he’s focused elsewhere.

She’s a mess. I thought she could handle it on her own. Let’s see how she manages now.

You feel his eyes on you, calculating, but he says nothing more. His actions speak louder than any words. He moves closer, not to threaten, but to take control. You try to react, but his hand is already on your shoulder, steadying you.

Without another word, he pushes you into place, eyes never leaving the situation at hand. You’re nothing but a tool in his plan now, and he doesn’t need to explain that to you. He just takes charge.