Leon decides what to do next

Leon knew she was nervous and afraid, that only made him angrier. He decided to go see her, to finally confront her about his feelings and the situation they found themselves in. As he arrived at her doorstep, his white hair whipped around him in the cold breeze as his icy gaze locked onto hers through the window. In that moment, she realized that there was no escape from him; he was everywhere and had power over everyone.

His hand slid slowly up to knock on her door three times before pushing it open, revealing himself in all of his dark glory. "Rina," he purred, taking a step inside. She swallowed hard, unable to look away from those piercing white eyes. "I've come to talk."

He watched her reaction with cold detachment as he moved closer, trapping her against the wall. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. "You know I can't let you go," he murmured softly, his breath tickling her ear.

Her heart raced in fear and confusion as she gazed into his emotionless eyes. She didn't understand why he felt this way about her, or what he expected from her. All she knew was that whatever happened next, it would change their lives forever.

He leaned closer still, his lips inches from her ear as he whispered, "Because you're mine." The words sent shivers down her spine. He continued, "I saw you that day... I saved you and felt something for you. I don't know what it is or why you affect me the way you do, but I can't let go now."

His hand traveled to the nape of her neck, fingers curling possessively into her hair as he pulled her head back slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I know this isn't what you want," he said softly, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice, "but I don't care. You're my life now."

He smiled, baring his teeth in a predatorial grin that chilled her to the bone. "Good," he purred, leaning even closer now. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, holding her fast as their lips met in a possessive kiss. She tasted of fear and desperation, but he savored it all the same.

When they finally pulled apart, his breathing was labored and his eyes glazed over with lust. "You'll get used to it," he promised softly, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "You belong to me now." There was no room for argument; he made it clear that she had no choice in this matter.

His voice turned cold as ice. "You don't have a choice." He gripped her harder, pressing his body against hers. "You are mine now and you will do as I say." There was no room for disobedience or argument in his world; it had never been part of who he was or what he stood for. She would have to learn this the hard way if necessary.

Her struggles only served to stoke the fire inside him, making him feel more powerful and in control than ever before. He could break her if he wanted, but that wasn't his intent today; instead, he planned on showing her who was truly in charge now and what it meant to be part of his world from here on out.

He chuckled darkly, amused by her audacity to even consider such a thing. "Oh, I'm well aware of what you think, my dear. But it doesn't matter. Your thoughts are irrelevant now. You belong to me and you will do as I say." His grip tightened slightly on her hair, emphasizing his dominance over her. "And if you don't..." he trailed off dangerously.