He decided what to do with her.

He sent one of his most loyal men to her, to bring her to him. He wanted to talk with her face-to-face and maybe tell her something she wouldn't expect. And also see if she felt the same about him as he did about her. The guy arrived at her place, waiting outside for a few moments before knocking on her door.

"Miss?" he asked gently after a moment of silence. "You have a visitor."

"Good evening to you too, miss." The man said politely as he took off his hat, revealing a scarred forehead. "My name's Mike. I've been asked by the boss to accompany you on a short trip. Nothing dangerous or illegal, just a chat with someone important."

He smiled softly at her, hoping that it would put her at ease.

"Nothing illegal, miss," Mike assured her with a smile that showed his slightly crooked teeth. "Just the boss wanting to meet you in person. You know how important it is for him to keep everything under control." He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making sure she understood who he meant by "everything" and who was in control of it all.

"I know that, miss," Mike said quietly, leading her to his car that was parked a few blocks away. "But you never know what kind of things can happen when people see you talking with the boss... It's better to be safe than sorry." As they walked side by side through the dark streets, he kept one hand casually resting on the gun hidden beneath his jacket.

"And don't worry," he added with a reassuring chuckle, "I won't let anything happen to you."

"Don't worry," Mike repeated gently as they climbed into the car. "You're in good hands." He closed the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat, casting one last reassuring glance at her before starting the engine. As the car drove through the night toward their destination, he began to think about how strange it was for Lostor to actually care about someone who didn't belong to his world.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the mansion where he lived. Mike parked the car and led her into the grand entryway before knocking on a massive wooden door. "She's here," he said simply once it was opened by one of Lostor's men. The man nodded curtly before stepping aside, allowing them to enter his private study.

"Good evening," he said as they entered his study, not taking his eyes off her for even a moment. He walked around the large oak desk and took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs. "Please, have a seat." He motioned toward another chair across from him.

His gaze remained fixed on her as she sat down across from him. "So," he began slowly, "I understand you're feeling a bit nervous right now." It was not a question. His voice was smooth and cold, the tone of it almost mocking. He knew she had no idea how to react to his presence.

"You should be," he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly. "I could have you killed for just looking at me like that."

Her fear thrilled him, made him feel more powerful and in control. But there was something else there as well... something he couldn't quite understand. It bothered him, but at the same time, it intrigued him. "So tell me," he said softly, his tone almost gentle now, "why do you think I brought you here?"

The mention of her fear seemed to anger him, making his expression darken slightly as he stared at her across the desk. "Don't apologize," he growled, his voice harsh now. "You should be afraid of me." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking again in a more controlled tone. "I saved your life once, remember? You shouldn't forget that."

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "Why do you think I brought you here?" he repeated slowly, arching an eyebrow at her expectantly. "To gloat? To show off how powerful I am?" He laughed softly at that thought before continuing. "Or maybe... just maybe, I wanted to talk to you."

His gaze locked with hers as he waited for her reply, wondering if she would believe him.

He studied her face as she spoke, trying to gauge her reaction to his words. It wasn't what he expected. "I wanted to talk because..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, "because I can't stop thinking about you." There, he had said it. The words hung in the air between them like a heavy curtain, obscuring everything else around them.

For a long moment, there was silence as he waited for her to respond. His heart raced in his chest, his breathing quickening with nervous anticipation. Finally, she spoke again, her voice barely more than a whisper.