Sylvan's gaze bore into her with a cold intensity, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with obsession.
"You should have thought of me then and not him!" he retorted, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm, yet tinged with a hint of desperation.
The words struck Eva like a physical blow, a harsh reminder of the twisted logic that governed Sylvan's actions.
"Can you please just move so that I can get up?" she demanded, her tone firm and resolute, refusing to be cowed by Sylvan's presence.
"You love to ignore me, Eva," he spat out, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and obsession, unable to hide his simmering anger at her dismissal.
He didn't move. Eva turned her gaze away, unable to meet his intense stare.
"Sylvan, move away," she demanded, her voice firm and unwavering. "If you think what you did is funny, then you're sick. Using your powers to play dirty is shameless, even for you."