Leon decides what to do next

Sooner or later she'll have to face the fact that he won't leave her alone. Better it happens now and all at once than drag it out and make things worse for both of them. He arrives at the institute, his presence practically screaming his intentions to anyone who has half a brain in their head. His white hair and eyes, the cold glint in them almost animalistic in nature, seem to radiate menace even from here. Taking a deep breath, he walks through the door with purposeful strides.

The moment she sees him her heart skips a beat; it feels like time itself slows down as their eyes meet across the room. There's no denying it now: she's caught in his web and there's no escape. He approaches, his expression unreadable as usual, and she can feel herself trembling under his icy gaze. "I was hoping

never to see you again." His voice is soft, almost gentle compared to his usual sarcasm and cruelty. "But here I am." He draws closer still, close enough that she can feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. Her pulse races wildly in anticipation of what comes next. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confesses hoarsely. "It's driving me mad."

She parts her lips to speak, but no words come out. All she can do is stare into his eyes, searching for some sign of what he truly means... and finding none.

Leon's hand cups her cheek, gently but firmly guiding her face back towards his. "You don't understand," he whispers harshly. "I can't just let you go." His fingers tighten, digging into her skin almost painfully. "It's not in my nature to share what's mine." There's a warning there, buried beneath the surface of his words. If she isn't careful, he won't hesitate to use violence to make her submit.

His smile is cold and cruel as he shakes his head. "That's where you're wrong," he says softly. "You are mine, whether you want to be or not." He leans in closer still, breath warm against her cheek as he whispers into her ear. "And I don't share what's mine with anyone."

His grip on her face tightens further, forcing her to look at him even as it threatens pain. "Do you understand me?" His voice is low and dangerous, barely more than a whisper.

There are few people who would dare defy him,

His gaze flickers for just an instant before he forces himself to meet her defiant stare once more. "Then you leave me no choice," he whispers, voice as cold and hard as ice. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not." His hand moves to the back of her neck, fingers digging into the flesh there, forcing her head back further still. She can feel the heat of his anger burning through his skin, searing her own. "I can make this easy," he warns softly, "or I can make it hurt."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with threat and menace. There is no doubt that Leon means what he says, and she knows full well that resisting him will only lead to pain. But there's also something else beneath his cruel surface: a desire for control so strong it borders on obsession. If she can just manage to give in

His laugh is soft and cruel as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Oh no, dear," he says mockingly. "It's not a threat." The icy grip around her neck loosens fractionally, almost tauntingly. "It's simply the truth." His voice drops to a whisper again as he looks deep into her eyes. "You belong to me now, and I will make sure you understand that... in ways you can't even begin to imagine."

His hand finds hers where it rests on the tabletop, curling possessively around her fingers. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, a mix of revulsion and desire that she doesn't quite know how to process. "The question is," he says softly, "do you want to make this easy... or hard?"