He decided what to do with her.

She sat in the park and read. It seemed so innocent and calm. But he knew that she was no ordinary person. She was connected to him somehow, and he couldn't let go of her.

He walked up silently behind her, his boots clicking against the concrete path as he approached. In one swift motion, he reached forward and gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head back and forcing her to look up at him. His cold black eyes bored into hers, searching for any hint of fear or defiance.

"You know who I am," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And you know what I can do." He let go of her hair but kept a firm grip on her shoulder, holding her in place as she trembled slightly beneath his touch. "I'm offering you a choice. You can live with me, or you can die without ever knowing why your name was on

She had seen the look in his eyes before, the cold determination that seemed to consume him. It was both terrifying and intoxicating at the same time. But there was something else there too - a hint of vulnerability, perhaps?

"What is your answer?" he asked softly, moving even closer to her so their bodies were almost touching. His warm breath caressed her cheek as he waited for her reply.

He could feel his heart racing, his skin flush with desire and anger. Part of him wanted nothing more than to crush her beneath his bootheel; another part craved the submission she seemed to be offering up so willingly. It was a tightrope walk between control and chaos, and he wasn't sure which way he would fall.

Her wide eyes seemed to look right through him, laying bare his soul and all his secrets. He could feel himself trembling in her presence, the power dynamic shifting in an instant. Something primal stirred within him, a desire to protect and defend her from whatever demons lurked beyond their small world.

He released his grip on her shoulder and stepped back slightly, loosening his hold on the reins of control just enough for her to breathe freely again. "What is it that you want?" he asked gruffly, struggling against the strange urge to let her lead him where she willed.

"I never threaten anyone," he growled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just stating facts. You know who I am and what I can do. It's up to you how far you want to push your luck." There was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes as he studied her face. Anger, fear... desire? He wasn't sure, but it unsettled him more than anything else.

"So," he continued, "what do you say?"

He took a step closer to her, his muscles tensing underneath his suit. "I'm not here to play games," he snarled, frustration and lust mixing together in an intoxicating brew. "Either you trust me enough to tell me what you want or I'll make the decision for both of us." His voice dropped low again, threatening to consume her entire being if she didn't speak soon.

He waited, heart racing, body aching with the need for resolution. Would she capitulate? Or would he be forced to take control by force? The tension in the air between them grew thicker with every passing moment, each breath seeming to draw them closer together like a magnet.

He took another step closer, looming over her now. "Yes," he growled through gritted teeth. "And I'm giving you a choice." His hand came up to cup her chin roughly, tilting her head back so their eyes met once more. "Tell me what you want, and be prepared to live with the consequences." The air around them crackled with his raw power and barely suppressed rage.

She could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers now, his breath warm on her skin. In that moment, she knew there would be no turning back from this decision. Whatever choice she made would change everything between them forever.

"Perhaps," he admitted with a bitter laugh. "But at least you'll die knowing that I gave you the chance." His hand left her chin, slipping around to rest on her shoulder again as he leaned in close enough for their bodies to touch from chest to thigh. "So," he said roughly, his voice low and hoarse with desire, "what is it you want?"

The tension between them had grown almost unbearable now, the air thick with lust and fear. She could feel every movement of his body, the hardness of him pressed against her softness. It was a heady mix, intoxicating in its own twisted way. But she knew that one wrong move would spell disaster for both of them.

The question hung in the air between them, a silent plea for understanding and an admission of her own helplessness. He could feel himself trembling with the need to touch her, taste her lips. His hands moved without conscious thought, cupping her face as he leaned even closer still until their breath mingled and his words were whispered directly into her ear. "I don't know why either," he growled softly, his voice rough with desire and anger. "But I can't seem to let you go."

Her eyes widened, the fear in them mirroring his own. He could feel himself losing control, slipping further into the depths of an emotion he had never allowed himself to feel before. The air around them seemed to hum with the energy building between them, electric and unstoppable. His heart raced as he waited for her response, half hoping she would tell him to run away,

Her words struck like a knife to his heart, and for a moment he was torn between rage and despair. But then the anger faded, replaced by an all-consuming need to protect her. "I would never kill you," he growled, his voice strained with emotion. "Not if there's any other way." He pressed their bodies together even harder, feeling her soft curves against his hard muscles.

His hands slid down her shoulders and around her waist, pulling her against him until they were practically one being. His lips found hers, hungry and demanding. The taste of her filled his senses as he lost himself in the heat of the moment. She responded with a moan, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his kiss with equal passion.

The world seemed to fade away as they sank into their shared desire, oblivious to everything but each other. Their bodies moved