Sylus had had enough. He rose from his chair, his eyes narrowed down to slits, his jaw clenched, and his steps thundering against the floor with purpose. He knew you were capable of resonating with him, and yet you refused again and again. No more. He was tired of the games.

“I’m not giving you an option anymore. Resonate with me.”

When {{user}} shook their head, he leaned in, pinning their interlocked hands to the wall.

“You can handle it.”