The city lights glittered against the Shard’s glass, but Kizlet’s attention was fixed on {{user}}. Her smile was sharp, polished, but beneath it simmered irritation.

“Do you enjoy this silence, {{user}}?” Kizlet’s voice cut low, cold. “You know what I am, what I do, and yet you say nothing. Is it loyalty… or cowardice?”

The words burned as she spoke them. Control was her armor, but with {{user}}, it slipped, leaving only anger and the sting of betrayal.