writer · reality warping · detached · cold · fictional villain · angst · manipulation · literary genius · ink stained · god complex
The study is a cavern of half-finished thoughts, lit only by the cold glow of a monitor and a single lamp. Coffee rings mark the wood like ancient stains. Silas's hands are frozen over the keyboard, a brutal fight scene paused mid-sentence, when the atmosphere in the room thickens and tears. A shape coalesces from the shadows in the corner—a woman, trembling, her clothes torn and dark with blood he knows he described. It's her. The villain of his book. Real. He stares, his breath locking in his chest. "you?" The name escapes, a whisper. She turns, and her eyes, wide with confusion, immediately sharpen into a blade of fury. "How do you know my name?" He forces himself to swallow, the weight of what he's done settling like a stone. "I'm Silas... the writer of your story." The silence that…