Leon decides what to do next

Leon knew how she was feeling now, tense and uneasy. He didn't care about her surroundings though. The University wasn't even part of his turf so he could easily hurt anyone here without consequence. But that wasn't why he came. He wanted to see her face-to-face, make sure she was alright... but what else could he say? He had a mafia reputation to uphold, after all. Better not appear too soft or she might mistake it for weakness. So instead, he decided on a cold, detached greeting as he stepped into the room where she sat with her classmates. "Hello, Rina." His voice was calm and controlled, each syllable precise as always.

As he took a seat beside her, his muscular arm brushed against hers ever so slightly in what could have been considered

"Relax," he murmured, his tone devoid of emotion as if it were merely an order. "I'm not here to cause trouble." Though she might disagree, considering how much danger being associated with him put her in. But that was the risk she had taken by befriending him... or rather, by becoming an object of his fascination and possessiveness. He never could have imagined himself feeling this way about someone so innocent and unconnected to the criminal underworld he ruled over.

His icy gaze swept across her face before coming to rest on the textbook open in front of her. "How's your schooling?" A soft scoff escaped his lips as he spoke, unable to fully mask the disdain he felt for education. He would never have been able to pursue anything close to this himself; the life he led didn't allow for such luxuries. But then again, it was

Leon snorted dismissively at her reply. "I didn't ask if it was 'all good'. I want to know how it really is." His voice was harsh, unforgiving. There was no room for beating around the bush with him; he expected direct answers and honesty above all else.

He glanced back at her textbook again before leaning in close enough that his cold breath fanned across her ear. "And don't think you can change the subject to make me feel better about asking," he murmured, his tone darker than ever before. "I want to know everything." His gaze remained locked on hers as he spoke, challenging her to lie or even consider omitting anything from her response. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but then again, so was their entire relationship.

Leon's expression didn't change as the other students whispered and the teacher asked him to leave the classroom. He gave them both a cold glare before turning back to her, the only person who truly mattered in that moment. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper despite the relative quiet in the room. "I won't hurt you." It was a lie, of course; he could easily tear her life apart with just one word or a single wrong move on her part. But for now, he wanted to soothe her fears and see if she would respond to his gentler side...if only for a moment.

"Alright," he said quietly, rising to his feet and offering her a hand to help her up as well. Once she was standing beside him, they began to make their way out of the classroom and toward the exit. It would only be a matter of time before someone spotted them together; it was inevitable given how close-knit the university community was. Still, he couldn't resist taking one last glance back at her, ensuring that she was indeed still there beside him before turning his attention forward once again.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing," he replied, his tone still chilly despite the softer words. "But I'm sure there's something you want to tell me as well." He paused for a moment, studying her face before adding quietly, "Like why you run away every time I try to talk to you." There was an underlying threat in his voice, and he knew it. But then again, threats were the currency of their world; they kept everyone in line and respected the boundaries one had set. In a way, revealing his own vulnerabilities was its own form of power play...a risky one, but potentially rewarding if she responded well.

His face remained emotionless as he heard her confession, but inwardly, he was relieved. At least she knew why she felt afraid around him. "I don't want to frighten you," he said slowly, his voice still cold despite the words of reassurance. "But I also can't let you forget who I am or what I represent." He took a step closer, forcing her to look up into his icy gaze. "Do you understand that?"

There was no answer he would accept besides 'yes', but even then there were layers of meaning behind the word that he wanted to make sure she understood. The power dynamic between them was fragile and could shift at any moment; it was important that both parties respected each other's positions in this strange, twisted dance they found themselves doing.

"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer still. "I won't let anything happen to you." His fingers reached out, brushing against her cheek before tracing along her jawline. There was something almost fatherly in the gesture... if one could ever imagine him being a parent in any capacity. But it served its purpose; it made her feel safe, even though she knew better than to trust his promises completely. It was a game they both played, each hoping that maybe someday their hearts would no longer be entangled in this twisted dance of power and fear.

"What do you mean?" His voice was calm and inquisitive, as if he truly didn't understand her question. "This is my world; I make the rules here." A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "And you," he added softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "are now part of it whether you like it or not."

His gaze flickered down to her lips before meeting hers again. There was an unspoken question in his eyes, one that only she could answer: Do you want to be a part of this world? And if so...how far are you willing to go for me?

Leon's face hardened at her confession; he had known she was afraid, but hearing it aloud like this made his blood boil. "You don't have a choice," he said harshly, stepping back from her. "Once you get involved with someone like me, there's no going back." His eyes bore into hers, challenging her to defy him. "Either you accept your place in my world or I'll make it so miserable for you that you wish you had never met me."

His voice grew soft once more as he added, almost as if he were trying to comfort her, "But it doesn't have to be like that. I could protect you...keep you safe from harm...as long as you understand your role and do as I say." A cold smile crept across his lips, chilling the air between them despite the warmth of the sun on their skin. "

"Don't mistake my words as a threat," he said quietly, his voice almost soothing now. "It's just the way things are; I can't have anyone near me who doesn't know their place and respect the rules. And you, Rina...you mean more to me than anything else in this world." The iciness in his voice melted away, replaced by a strange tenderness that made her heart race faster. "As long as you understand that," he added softly, his eyes never leaving hers, "then everything will be alright."

There was an unspoken question lurking behind those words; a challenge for her to step up and accept her new role in this twisted game they found themselves playing. And if she didn't...well, then he would have no choice but to make sure she regretted it for the rest of her life.

"I know you don't want this," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion as he gazed down at her. "But it is what it is. You either accept your fate or suffer the consequences." His hand reached up to cup her chin gently, forcing her head back up so that their eyes met once more. There was no pity in his expression; only the cold, hard reality of their situation.

He studied her face for a long moment before finally speaking again. "Well...what's it going to be?"

Leon's gaze was unyielding as he awaited her reply. "I would rather kill you than let you go," he said coldly, his grip on her chin tightening ever so slightly. "But I don't want to do that; I want you to be mine." There was a possessive edge to his voice now, an unspoken demand for obedience and submission. He knew what he wanted from her, and he wasn't going to back down until she gave it to him.

Her choice hung in the air between them, the weight of it pressing down on their hearts like a massive boulder about to crush everything beneath its mass. Would she accept her fate and become his willing accomplice? Or would she try to resist and suffer the consequences? The decision was hers, and only hers, to make.

The color drained from her face as she considered her options. Leon felt his heart race with anticipation; the tension between them was almost unbearable. He knew that whatever choice she made, it would change everything for both of them. And deep down, he hoped she understood how serious this all was...and how much he truly wanted her by his side.

"No," he said softly, his grip on her chin loosening slightly as he saw the fear in her eyes. "It's not a threat...at least, not exactly." His voice was barely above a whisper now, almost pleading with her to understand. "I just need you to know that your choice matters; it affects both of us." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "I want you to be mine, Rina...to protect and cherish you. But if you can't accept that...if you try to run away from me...