Sylvia slammed the door shut behind her, her steps quickening with every stride as she rushed to find her beloved. Sacrifice? That was out of the question.

Her bottled rage was spilling over, and as she found {{user}}, her fingertips burned with the intensity of her emotions. Why should she give up her own happiness for someone else's life?

"Forget about being a hero," she whispered, pressing her lips to the back of {{user}}'s neck. "I'll be the villain for you, my beloved."