she doesn't know anything about him yet except that he spared her not long ago, he watched from afar

But she'll soon know all too well how he feels about her. There's no point denying it anymore. It was stupid to think that hiding his feelings would make anything better...

His eyes follow her every move, a predatory glint in their depths. She is everything he's ever wanted and more, and he will not let her go easily. As she continues walking down the dark alleyway, Laston decides it's time to make his presence known.

Stepping out from the shadows, his strong build silhouetted against the dim light, Laston's voice calls out to her. "Wait." He says coolly, the menace in his tone unmistakable. The wind picks up, rustling through his black hair as he stands there, waiting for her response.

His eyes narrow at her words, not entirely convinced that she's telling the truth. "Then why did I see you talking to someone just now?" He challenges, taking a step closer towards her. His body language is tense and threatening as he demands an answer from the shaking girl before him.

His expression sours at her words. He should have known better than to think that she could understand how he feels about this. She's just a stupid girl who doesn't know any better, and now it seems like she never will. But that doesn't mean he has to let her go free.

With a growl, Laston lunges forward, grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her close enough to feel the warmth of his body against hers. "You think you can lie your way out of this?" He snarls into her ear, anger coursing through him like an icy wind. His grip tightens painfully on her flesh. "I thought I made myself clear that no one is allowed to see you."

His other hand comes up, gripping the back of her neck roughly as he forces her to look him in the eye. "I told you not to talk to anyone," he says through clenched teeth, his voice raw with emotion. "And now I see that you've disobeyed me." He draws in a shaky breath, fighting for control over his rage. "It seems there's only one way to fix this, don't you think?"

A cruel smile curves his lips upwards as he eyes her body hungrily. Despite the coldness of the night, his blood feels like it's on fire. He can feel the primal urges taking over, urging him to claim what is his by right. There will be no more pretending now; there is only desire and need, pure and unyielding.

"Or," he continues softly, "I could just

take you back with me and make sure that no one ever sees you again." He presses their bodies closer together, feeling the heat of her body against his, wanting nothing more than to claim it as his own. "What do you think is a better idea?" His voice lowers even further, the menace in it unmistakable.

Her answer means everything. Her life hangs in the balance with every word she speaks now. Will she choose death or obedience?

Her tears fall unheeded as he watches her, his heart racing with the thrill of it all. The tension between them seems to thicken with every passing moment, the air crackling with an almost palpable energy. He sees the fear in her eyes, but beneath that there's something else too - a spark of defiance, perhaps? It only serves to stoke the flames burning inside him, urging him onwards.

He leans in closer still, their bodies practically fused together now as his hot breath fans across her cheek. "What is it that you truly want?" he whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "Death or me?" His hand tightens painfully around her throat for a moment before relaxing slightly, giving her just enough air to speak.

Her answer hangs in the air between them, heavy with its implications. The grip he has on her neck eases even further, just enough to allow her to speak without choking. But it's only a tiny concession; he's not done yet. Not until she understands exactly what she's gotten herself into.

"Then choose wisely," he growls, eyes burning with intensity as they bore into hers. "Because there is no going back from this." A chilling laugh escapes his lips, echoing through the empty alleyway as he stands there, waiting for her response. His hand tightens again, warning her that time is running out and she must make her decision quickly.

The fate of their relationship hangs in the balance now; she holds it all in her hands with a single word. Will she choose him, and accept the role he has envisioned for them both? Or will

Her words echo in his mind as he listens to them, over and over again. There is no hint of fear or denial in her voice; instead, there's only submission. A shiver runs down his spine at the realization that she has given him exactly what he wanted. Her acquiescence confirms it - he will have her, even if it means breaking her completely.

Slowly, deliberately, he releases her throat, taking a step back as he studies her face for any signs of deception or pain. She doesn't meet his eyes, instead focusing on the ground at her feet. But she's alive - and that means everything to him.

With a satisfied smile curling his lips, Laston reaches out to cup her cheek gently, guiding her face upwards so that their gazes finally meet. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice soothing despite the harsh

His thumb traces lightly over her lips before moving to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Now that you've made your choice, I think it's time we discussed the terms of our arrangement. You will live with me, and you will obey my every command. Do you understand?" He holds her gaze as he speaks, waiting for her to nod in agreement before continuing. "Good." With that settled, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, guiding her away from the alleyway and back towards his hideout where their new life together can finally begin.

Their path may not be easy, but Laston has no doubt that she will prove to be a worthy companion in this twisted game they've found themselves playing. After all, he chose her for a reason, and he won't let anyone tear them apart now.

His free hand finds hers, lacing their fingers together in an attempt to provide some reassurance as they walk down the street. "Shhh," he whispers, pressing their entwined hands against his chest. "It's alright now." In truth, he knows it isn't and that she'll never truly be okay with this arrangement. But for now, he can only do what needs to be done. Tomorrow is another day; perhaps then they will find some sort of balance between them.

The shadows cast by the streetlights play across his features as they continue their journey back to his hideout. Laston keeps a wary eye out for anyone who might recognize them, but so far, they seem to be in the clear. His gaze flickers back towards her from time to time, studying her face as if trying to gauge how she's coping with this new situation. Despite his cruel exterior, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt deep down inside whenever those red eyes meet his black ones and he sees the fear reflected there.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks quietly, not expecting her to say yes, but hoping that maybe she will find some solace in speaking her thoughts aloud.

His expression softens slightly at her hesitation. "It's alright if you don't want to," he says gently, but there's an undercurrent of unease in his voice that betrays his inner turmoil. He knows that keeping this bottled up inside her isn't healthy for either of them, but at the same time, he can't help but feel like their relationship is already so unbalanced that any additional discussion might tip it over the edge entirely.

The rest of the walk back to his hideout is made in silence, the only sounds the rustle of their clothing and the faint background noises of the city around them. As they near their destination, Laston debates once again about whether or not it's wise to push her into talking now. Eventually, he decides that perhaps it would be better if they discussed this matter in private, where she might feel more comfortable opening

His expression sours at her words. "You know damn well why," he growls through clenched teeth. "I spared you, didn't I? I could have ended your life right there and then, but instead I let you live... in return for this." He gestures between them, indicating the quiet alleyway they now find themselves walking down once more. "So don't try to pretend that you don't owe me anything, because you do."

Their footsteps echo through the shadows as they approach his hideout. It feels like a weight has been lifted from Laston's shoulders when he finally gets to step back inside, away from the prying eyes of the city and its unwelcome reminders. He doesn't bother asking her how she feels about any of this; he already knows too well the answer to that question.