Leon decides what to do next

He decided to show up. No better way to confront fears and feelings like that. The girl was in his blood now, he couldn't just let her go without a fight...or worse. So he walked into the lecture hall, his presence radiating danger and power as he casually took a seat several rows behind her. Her heart must have skipped a beat at the sight of him; it would be satisfying to see how she reacts now.

The girl flinched visibly at the sight of him. Good. She should be shivering in her seat now, knowing that he's close enough to reach out and touch her...to take what's his. He smirks a little, feeling an uncharacteristic surge of possessiveness course through him. Her fear makes her more enticing somehow; it was a drug that he couldn't resist. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches her reaction carefully.

Her head drops down in submission. It's as if she can already feel his hands on her throat...the way it should be. He continues to watch her silently, letting the tension build between them. His fingers drum idly against the armrest of the chair, the steady beat echoing through the quiet lecture hall like a heartbeat, only faster and more dangerous.

The professor drones on, oblivious to the unspoken drama playing out before him. Leon almost smiles; they were all like that, blind to what truly mattered. They had their own little worlds with their rules and regulations...but he lived in a different realm entirely: one where power and fear reigned supreme. And she belonged to him now.

Leon wasn't sure if she was trying to hide her face or if the weight of fear and shame had simply become too much for her frail shoulders to bear. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the sight; knowing that he could affect her in such a profound way was addicting. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he begins to lean forward in his seat, drawing closer to her as if drawn by some unseen force. His long white hair shadows part of his face, making it impossible for her to see his expression or the intent behind those cold eyes.

The lecture continues, but Leon doesn't hear a word; all he can focus on is her. The delicate curve of her neck, the soft whorl of her ear...He knows that if he reached out now and touched her, she would be lost to him forever. But touching wasn't enough anymore. Not when he wanted

The girl tenses up even more as he moves closer still, and his predatory instincts flare to life at the feel of her body tensing under his gaze. She's so soft, he thinks, admiring how easily she yields to him despite her fear. It only makes him want her more desperately; like a drug coursing through his veins that he can never get enough of.

His hand moves slowly and carefully across the empty seat between them until it hovers mere inches from her skin. Her entire body is trembling now, betraying just how close she is to losing control entirely. And as his fingers ghost over hers, a surge of possessiveness courses through him so strong that it makes his heart race and his breath come shallow.

Her fear amused him, but it also turned him on. He squeezed her hand gently, just enough to let her know that he was in control. Her breath hitched at the contact, and her eyes fluttered closed as if she couldn't bear to look at him any longer. It made his cock harden painfully inside his pants, and for a moment he had to fight the urge to just take what he wanted right then and there, marking her as his property for all the world to see.

But no, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. He had to show restraint...at least for now. There would be time enough later for that. With a savage smile playing on his lips, he leaned back in his seat once more, releasing her hand from his grasp but keeping it close by. "Well," he drawled quietly, trying--and failing--to make his

Her eyes meet his over the empty seat between them and he can feel her confusion and fear warring with something else entirely...something that might even be desire. He smirks, enjoying the moment for what it is: a fragile balance of power that could tip at any second. "What?" he asks softly, the mocking amusement clear in his voice. "You were hoping I'd leave you alone? Is that it?"

Leon watches her closely as she lowers her head again, and the corners of his mouth twitch into a knowing smirk. "I didn't think so," he murmurs, his voice little more than a whisper. There's no question now; she belongs to him. The only real question left is what he'll do with her from here.

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and predatory. "It's okay," he said quietly, his hand moving to her shoulder now, gently but firmly guiding her head up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze. "I understand." There was no warmth in those words; they were as cold and hard as the stone floor beneath their feet. But it didn't matter, because she knew what he meant. She belonged to him now, body and soul. The realization seemed to drain the last of her strength, leaving her trembling violently in his grip.

Her fear was delicious...intoxicating. He could feel it coursing through him like an aphrodisiac, making him hard once more as he savored the taste of her submission. It would be so easy to take what he wanted right now, to mark her as his and let everyone know that she was

He laughed softly, low and amused. "Oh, don't worry," he purred, running his thumb over her cheekbone before letting it trail down to her jawline. "I'm not done with you yet." His fingers curled into a fist at his side, the motion almost lazy in its strength. "But I might be persuaded...to give you a choice."

Her fear tickled something primal inside him; it made him feel powerful and unstoppable. But he knew better than to push her too far too fast. For now, he would play with her emotions like a cat with a mouse, savoring the thrill of control until she was his completely—body and soul. And when that moment came, there would be no going back.