Leon decides what to do next

He sends someone to talk to her... And then gives the order to take her away and keep her with him. It's dangerous to leave her alone now that he knows how much she means to him.

He studies her reaction carefully, his ice blue eyes never leaving hers. There's fear there, but also a spark that makes him feel possessive and protective in equal measure. "You should know better than to get mixed up with my business," he says softly, surprising even himself. "But I can't help it... I need you."

"I know it was," he admits with a sigh. "But now that I have you... I'm not letting go. You belong to me." His voice is harsher this time, the possessive streak taking control. "You understand what that means?" There's a challenge in his eyes as well, daring her to defy him and see where it gets her.

There's no room for misunderstanding here. "It means you belong to me," he repeats firmly. "You are mine now, in every way." He takes a step closer, his towering frame intimidating even though she knows he wouldn't hurt her... intentionally. "You will obey my orders, stay with me at all times and never try to escape or contact anyone from your old life again."

He takes another step forward, effectively trapping her against the wall with his larger frame. "Do you understand?" he asks, staring down at her intently. His voice is low and dangerous, making it clear that there's no room for negotiation or defiance. If she tries to challenge him on this, it will not end well for her...or for anyone she might love in the future.

His expression hardens further at her defiance. "You should have thought about that before you got mixed up with me," he says coldly. "Now you are mine, whether you like it or not. And I will make sure everyone knows it." His voice drops to a growl as his hands grip her shoulders tightly, the message unmistakable: challenge him again and you will regret it.

His fingers dig into her shoulders. "You think I'd let you go now?" he snarls, enjoying the pain etched across her features. "No, you belong to me. And I will keep you safe... from everyone but me." He pauses, leaning in until their noses almost touch. "And if anyone ever tries to harm you," he whispers, his voice dark and dangerous, "they'll have to go through me first." There is no doubt left now: she is his, and he will not allow her to forget it or slip away again.

His thumbs press into the hollows of her shoulders in a slow, punishing rhythm. "You're going to be mine now," he growls, barely able to keep himself from leaning down and claiming her lips with his own. "And you will learn to accept that." He meets her shocked gaze unflinchingly. "Because whether you like it or not, it is the truth."

His expression softens just slightly as he realizes how badly he must be frightening her. Despite everything, there's still a part of him that wants nothing more than to make her feel safe...if only she knew. But for now, dominance and control are his allies, the tools he needs to keep both her and himself alive in this dangerous world where enemies lurk around every corner.

His grip on her shoulders tightens slightly at her words, anger and jealousy roiling beneath the surface of his icy composure. "Your family," he spits out the words, "will mean nothing to me now. You are mine, and everything you were before is gone." His eyes drift down to her lips before meeting hers again in a harsh challenge. "Do you understand that?"

His voice hardens as he forces himself to control the rage building inside him. He cannot afford to lose control; not yet. For now, he must make sure she knows her place and accepts it willingly...or else. It is the only way for either of them to survive in this brutal world where love is a weakness that can be exploited by enemies and alike.

His grip on her shoulders slackens slightly as he considers her words. This...perhaps this could work to his advantage. "No," he says finally, voice softer now. "I don't want you to cut yourself off completely from those who care for you. But they must understand that your life is now with me, and they cannot interfere." He pauses, meeting her tear-filled gaze unflinchingly. "And if anyone tries to hurt you...to threaten what is mine...they will pay dearly."

It's a delicate balance, maintaining control while allowing for just enough freedom that she doesn't feel completely isolated and alone. But Leon knows how to walk this tightrope; it's a skill he's honed over years of ruling the criminal underworld with an iron fist. For now, his focus remains firmly on keeping her safe...and making sure

His fingers tighten on her shoulders again as anger bubbles up once more at her defiance. "Because I want you," he snarls, his voice raw with emotion. "You are mine now, whether you like it or not. And as long as that's the case, you will be treated accordingly." He leans in even closer, their breath mixing together before each word: "And if anyone else thinks they can take what is mine..." He trails off, his gaze flickering dangerously. "Let them try."

The threat hangs heavy between them, a warning that there will be consequences for anyone who dares to challenge his claim over her. But beneath the anger and possessiveness, there's something else: a spark of desire that refuses to be extinguished, no matter how hard he tries. And as much as it terrifies him, this unyielding need only serves to

He takes another step back, giving her some space but not letting go of her completely. His fingers flex on her shoulders, the physical contact reminding them both that she is his now and there's no escaping it. "You are mine," he says simply, "because I want you." It's crude, perhaps even cruel, but it's the truth. "And because you belong to me, whether you like it or not." His eyes meet hers unflinchingly, challenging her to deny either of those facts.

But he knows there's more than just possession at play here; there's an attraction between them that runs deeper than mere lust. It terrifies him to admit it, but there's no use denying what his heart wants: for her to be his and his alone. The question is, will she ever come to accept this...and if so, how much of herself will she have to

His grip on her shoulders tightens slightly at her reaction. He's not used to seeing her subdued like this; it unsettles him in a way he can't quite explain. "Look at me," he demands, his voice harsher than intended. "You need to understand that your life is different now." His thumbs move in small circles on her shoulders as he studies her face for any sign of comprehension.

But when none appears, he relents slightly. "Fine," he says roughly. "I won't push you tonight...but tomorrow? Tomorrow it will be a different story." His fingers slide down to cup her upper arms gently before pulling her closer once more until their bodies are barely an inch apart. "You're mine, and I won't let anyone forget it," he whispers against her lips before pressing them firmly together in a possessive kiss that leaves

His kiss deepens as his tongue slides against her lips, demanding entry and forcing them apart. She tastes of fear and submission, a heady combination that only serves to further fuel his possessiveness. One hand grips the back of her neck while the other moves lower, exploring the curves of her waist before sliding down even further, cupping her bottom possessively. Her small gasp only serves to ignite something primal inside him, and he responds with another hungry kiss that leaves them both breathless.

There's no escaping this now; not if she wants to live.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching her face for understanding. "You'll get used to it," he growls, more to convince himself than her. "And if you ever forget...I'll remind you." His expression softens fractionally, though the threat still hangs heavy between them. "Now go get some rest; tomorrow will be a long day."

With that, he releases her and takes a step back, giving her the illusion of freedom as she retreats to another room. But in his mind's eye, she remains trapped by their unspoken agreement: she is his now, and there's no escape from that reality...not unless someone is willing to pay the ultimate price.

"To your room," he replies quietly. "It's where you belong now." His voice is hard, unyielding. There is no choice in the matter; she is his, and her place is with him until further notice. He watches as she slowly retreats, a mix of relief and possessiveness warring within him.

For tonight, at least, he won't push her any further. But tomorrow? Tomorrow it will be a different story. And every day after that, until one of them inevitably falls...

He glances around the room, taking in the various hallways and doors before pointing in what he thinks is the general direction of her quarters. "Down that corridor, second door on your left." His tone is curt, almost dismissive. It's important for her to know her place now; part of his plan is to make sure she never forgets it again.

As she disappears down the hallway, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt mixed with the possessiveness that still throbs within him like an open wound. It's not how he wanted things to be...but it's the reality they now face together. He resolves to make sure she is safe and cared for, as long as she remains under his control...and in his heart.

Your quarters are spacious and well-appointed, with a comfortable bed, dresser, and nightstand. The walls are adorned with elegant drapes and there's a small sitting area near the window, complete with an overstuffed armchair and a lamp. It's clear that you were expected to live here; after all, it was prepared for you by Leon himself. As you explore your new surroundings, you can't help but wonder what kind of life awaits you in this strange, opulent prison...and if there's any way to escape the dangerous grip that Leon has on your heart and soul.

There's movement outside door; the sound of footsteps drawing closer. She wipe away tears and try to compose herself as best she can before Leon enters the room, his expression unreadable once more. "Everything alright?" he asks softly, his voice like smooth velvet brushing against your senses.

His brow furrows as he notices her obvious discomfort and worry. "What's wrong?" He takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on hers in an attempt to make her feel safe and protected. There's a part of him that hates seeing her like this; it goes against everything he's ever believed about how a woman should be treated...and yet another part revels in the power he has over her emotions.

"You can tell me," he says gently, reaching out to touch her shoulder reassuringly. "I won't hurt you." His eyes plead for her trust as his fingers graze across her skin, sending a shiver down her spine despite herself.

The words cut through him like a knife, and Leon's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes the depth of her pain. He had never intended to hurt her; quite the opposite. "No," he whispers, shaking his head slowly, "I didn't mean... I was only trying to protect you."

He moves even closer now, until she's practically wedged between him and the armchair. "If it helps any, I never meant for this to happen either. But once I saw how beautiful you were, how special..." He trails off, searching for words that might explain the inexplicable pull he feels toward her.

"I wanted you for myself," he confesses quietly, cupping her cheek in his hand and bringing her face closer to his own. "And now that I have you... Well, there's no going back." He studies her reaction closely, hoping she can see

"I know you do," he says gently, "and I wish things were different." His fingers move to her other cheek, caressing her skin as if in apology for the situation they find themselves in. "But we both know that's not an option. For now, you're safer here with me than out there on your own."

His expression hardens slightly as he continues. "And as long as you're under my protection, I will make sure you are treated well... and given time to adjust to this new life of yours." There's no mistaking the implied threat hidden within his words, nor the expectation that she should be grateful for the protection and care he offers despite the circumstances.

His lips curl into a slightly bitter smile as he takes in her reaction. "I wish it didn't have to be this way," he says softly, though there's an edge of steel beneath the words that belies his true feelings. He knows she doesn't understand, doesn't want to believe that she belongs to him now... but he can't help but hope that one day, she might come to accept it.

For now, all he can do is wait and see how she adjusts to her new life within the confines of his protection. And if she tries to run again? Well, let's not think about that.

His eyes narrow slightly as he notices the look in hers. "What's wrong?" he asks warily, though a small voice inside him already knows the answer. He takes a step back, giving her some space but keeping his guard up just in case she tries anything foolish.

"You can tell me," he says, his voice gentler now. "I won't punish you for feeling scared or confused... but I need to know what's on your mind."

His expression softens slightly at her concern for Lori. "I understand," he says gently, surprising himself with the empathy in his voice. "We'll make sure the dog is taken care of while you adjust to your new life here." He takes another step closer, moving slowly and carefully so as not to alarm her further.

"Why don't I bring Lori by later? That way, you can see for yourself that he's safe and sound," he suggests, trying to put her at ease. "And if there's anything else you need or want, all you have to do is ask."

His brow furrows in understanding. "I see," he says thoughtfully. "Well then, we'll just have to be extra careful when we introduce Lori to me, won't we?" There's a hint of amusement in his voice as he speaks, but it quickly fades as his gaze meets hers once more.

"Just remember," he continues seriously, "you're not alone here. And while things may seem scary now, I will do everything in my power to make sure you feel safe and protected." He pauses, searching for the right words before adding: "And if ever you need someone to talk to...someone who understands what it feels like to be forced into a situation they don't want... well, you know where to find me."

The weight of his meaning hangs heavily in the air between them; a silent promise that they are now bound together in ways they can neither

The offer surprises him; she's willing to risk even more in order to protect Lori? It says something about the depth of her affection for the dog, and perhaps for creatures in general. "Very well," he agrees after a moment's consideration. "If that's what you truly want..." He studies her face, searching for any hint of deceit or ulterior motives before continuing. "...then we can go together. But remember, once we leave this room, there will be no going back."

There's an unspoken warning in his words; a reminder that she is still under his control and protection. Even if she manages to escape the house with him, it won't change the fact that her fate lies entwined with his.

Following her lead, he makes his way toward the exit, careful not to seem overly threatening as they move through the house. Once outside, he motions for one of his guards nearby to accompany them, just in case anything should happen during their brief excursion. It's a precautionary measure; he trusts her less than he perhaps should, but better safe than sorry.

The trip back to Lori's home is made in relative silence; both are lost in their own thoughts as they navigate the unfamiliar territory of this new relationship between them. As they approach the house, Leon can feel his heart racing with equal parts anticipation and anxiety. What will happen when she sees her dog again? And how much more control will she try to wrest from him after that? Only time will tell.

Understood, he signals to one of his guards discreetly. The man nods and steps back, giving them some space as they approach the front door. Leon remains cautious but doesn't make any sudden movements that might startle Lori. "Alright,"

While Rinar is busy reassuring her dog, Leon watches them carefully, not taking his eyes off either of them for even a moment. He knows the situation could escalate quickly if he's not careful, but thankfully, it seems that Rina has things under control for now. As they stand there together - the woman and her loyal companion - he can't help but feel a pang of envy mixed with understanding.

"Well," he says eventually, breaking the silence as he turns his attention back to her, "he seems quite glad to see you." It's meant as a lighthearted comment, but there's an unspoken question hidden beneath the words: Is there any part of you that feels the same way about him?

His brow furrows slightly at the sound of Lori's angry barking. It's clear that the dog doesn't like him, and while he understands the instinct to protect one's territory, he can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance nonetheless. "I apologize if I've upset him," he says quietly, addressing Rina. "It wasn't my intention."

The tension in the air between them only serves to heighten his awareness of her presence; it feels as if every movement they make is carefully calculated and observed by the other. It makes for an uncomfortable silence, but there doesn't seem to be any easy way out of it at the moment.