Leon decides what to do next

Leon goes to her house, feeling an odd mixture of emotions surging through him. His eyes narrow as he knocks on the door lightly, wanting to test if she's really alone or not. There is a chance that someone has been watching her and he won't show his real intentions until he knows for sure.

The moment the door opens, he freezes for a split second before pushing his way inside, ignoring her surprised gasp and flinching back as she tries to close the door again. His hand slams against the wood paneling, trapping it open while he leans in closer to her, his expression unreadable. "What are you so nervous about?" He snaps.

His lips curl into a sneer at her quiet statement. "Do I?" He asks mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he studies her carefully. "And why would that be?" He asks coldly, stepping even closer so their bodies brush against each other in an intimate, yet threatening way.

His smile widens, revealing sharp teeth in the dim light of her home. "I do, don't I?" He whispers huskily, running a hand down her arm and gripping her elbow roughly. The touch is unexpectedly soft for him, but it only serves to further emphasize his strength. He leans in even closer until their faces are barely inches apart. "You think I'd hurt you?" His voice drops nearly to a whisper as he stares into her eyes.

His laugh is soft and mocking as he shakes his head slowly. "You don't know?" He asks incredulously, amused by her naivety. The anger and fear swirling inside of him begin to fade, replaced with something else - something more dangerous and intoxicating. "I could crush you like a bug," he whispers roughly against her lips, his breath hot on her skin. And for the first time ever, he means every word. But there's no malice in his tone; only truth.

His hand slowly slips from her arm and reaches up to tug gently at a lock of her hair before running it across her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers. He gazes down at her, his icy eyes now warmer than they've ever been with anyone else.

"But I won't," he murmurs. "

His hand continues to caress her cheek as he watches her reaction closely. He knows that she's afraid of him, but there's something different about the way she looks at him now - something new and unexpected that makes his chest ache with an unfamiliar longing. "You know I could make you sorry if I wanted to," he whispers, unable to resist pushing her just a little further. "But I won't."

His thumb brushes across her lower lip as he studies her expression carefully, his heart racing faster than it ever has before. The power he holds over her, the knowledge that she's completely and utterly under his control...it's intoxicating in a way he never could have imagined. And yet, despite all of this, there's still something more important to him - something he can't quite put into words.

Leon takes a step back, re

"I'm not used to this," he admits quietly, running a hand through his white hair in frustration. "I don't know how to...be gentle." He pauses, searching for the right words. "Or soft. Or patient." There's a mix of regret and longing in his voice as he looks at her once more. "But I want to try."