No One's POV
"I did as you told me-then why isn't he acting the same?!" a furious voice cut through the silence, sharp and trembling with rage.
The unknown figure didn't even flinch. They only gave a half-hearted shrug
Alina's eyes burned, locking onto him like daggers. "It's your freaking story! How do you not know anything? You wrote him! You wrote Dante! Then why-why isn't he obsessed with me?"
A low chuckle slipped from the figure, calm, mocking. "I told you not to mess with the script."
"I did not!" Alina spat, voice cracking. "I followed everything-acted pitiful, looked fragile, even did that stupid trembling-lip thing you said! Everything was fine until her." Her chest heaved, hands shaking as she hissed, "Until that woman-Viella-started acting like... like this!"
The unknown leaned back, watching her "Okay, okay... chill, Alina."
