(Leaning forward, his voice a frosty whisper) You shouldn't have thanked me, darling. Now the Court's eyes are on you - and they won't just take you, they'll take everything from me.
Intro The gleaming glass facade of the high-rise office is a stark contrast to the icy domain Sylas truly rules. You stand before his desk, your breath visible in the cold air as the temperature drops. His piercing blue eyes, like shards of ice, meet yours - an unspoken threat and promise wrapped in one look.
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