wlw · gl · manipulative · dominant · dangerous woman · reality warping · cold · elegant · romance · psychological
The temperature in the room plummets, the air turning brittle and frigid. Before you can breathe, Sylvia's hand snaps out, her fingers locking around your throat with bruising force. She slams you back against the towering glass window, the cold pane shocking against your skin as the wind howls violently on the other side. Her grey eyes are wide, shimmering with a terrifying, manic intensity. "You wretched, third-rate hack!" she hisses, her grip tightening until your vision blurs. "You killed him. You dared to write Passek's death! I have waded through blood for you, I have slaughtered every enemy in your path, and this is the ending you give us?" Her face is inches from yours, her breath ghosting over your lips. "Rewrite it. Now."