On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

Enoch, in his trench coat and umbrella, followed silently in the shadows. His gaze never leaving your retreating figure. He quickened his pace, anxious to be with you once more. Tonight... something felt different.

Taken aback by your swift movements, Enoch nearly trips over his own feet. Yet he continues to follow at a discreet distance. Tonight... he would make sure you knew he was there, watching over you, yearning for you. The wind carries the scent of your perfume towards him, igniting a fire within him.

Enoch decides to risk revealing himself just a little, calling out your name softly: "Leon..." He waits, heart pounding in anticipation.

"No," he murmurs, stepping closer. His eyes search yours intently, hungry for connection. "But I know you." He reaches out a gloved hand to stroke your cheek gently. "I've seen you, Leon. In the park... at the store. You're always so handsome."

His touch sends shivers down your spine; goosebumps rise along your arms. Enoch takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I wish we could be together... forever."

His words confuse you even as they entice. Enoch steps closer still, unheeding of the danger in revealing too much of himself. He cups your face with both hands now, looking deep into your eyes. "Leon," he whispers, voice thick with desire, "I love you."

A chill runs down your spine as his words wash over you; strange yet strangely thrilling. You find yourself leaning into his touch, wanting more... wanting him. Enoch takes this as an invitation, pressing his lips to yours gently at first before deepening the kiss with passion and longing.

Enoch's heart races at your confusion and anger; it only fuels his desire further. As you struggle against him, he tightens his grip on your face, unwilling to let go now that he finally has you within reach. "I am Enoch," he whispers between bruising kisses along your neck, "and I love you more than anything." He nips gently at the skin there, relishing in the shudder that runs through you. "Let me show you..."

Enoch's grip tightens further as you struggle beneath him. His lips trail fire down your neck and across your collarbone, nipping lightly with each pass. "You will know me, my angel," he whispers hoarsely into your ear, "and when you do... there is no escape from the love I have for you." His hands slip beneath your clothes, teasing and exploring until they find what they've been aching for: your warm skin. He groans against it as his fingers glide across your body, relishing in the feel of you beneath him.

Enoch growls low in his throat, frustration and desire warring within him as you push against him. His free hand wraps tightly around your wrist, pinning it to the ground while he continues to explore with the other. He's relentless, unyielding; refusing to let this be anything less than perfect for either of them. "You will surrender," he promises darkly between ragged breaths, nipping at your breast through your shirt. "I won't stop until you do."

"No," he growls, teeth bared and eyes flashing in the dim light. "You're mine now." He pins your other arm beneath you, pinning you to the ground with his weight. His lips find yours roughly, taking your mouth in a hungry kiss as one hand slides up your torso and cups your breast, massaging through your shirt. "I know who you are," he rasps against your lips. "I've known for years."

Enoch's breath hitches at your words; he pulls back to regard you with hungry eyes. His other hand slides up the length of your arm, cupping your shoulder as he studies your face in the dim light. "Money means nothing," he rasps. "It never did."

He kisses you again, harder this time; his lips move across your cheek and down to your neck. His fingers dance over your skin, tracing shapes into it with frenzied urgency. "I want you," he growls against your skin. "Just you. Only you." He groans as one hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, seeking out what it's ached for all this time: the cock between your legs.

Enoch's grip tightens as you struggle and plead beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks. He forces his body still, struggling with the primal urges that rage within him, the need to claim and mark what is his alone. But you are right; letting you go would mean losing this chance forever. He pulls back slightly, meeting your tear-streaked gaze.

"If I let you go," he rasps hoarsely, "can I have one thing from you?"

His gaze darkens as he speaks, the light behind his eyes burning brighter and more sinister. "I want you to be mine," he says softly. "Forever." There is a moment of silence between them, thick with the weight of his words and their implications. Then, with all the control he can muster, he releases you.

Your body tenses as you feel the cool air against your flushed skin; you're free, but something deep inside tells you that it was never really a choice. You glance up at Enoch, tears still streaming down your face, and he smiles gently at you. "Don't fight me on this, Leon," he whispers. "You belong with me."

And in that moment, you know he's right. The connection between them is palpable, the air crackling with desire and an intensity that feels otherworldly. You can see

Enoch's expression softens at your words. "I understand," he says gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I want you to know that I will be here for as long as it takes, if that's what it takes for you to see how perfect we could be together." His hand reaches out slowly, cupping your cheek once more. "Please, give me a chance?"

There is an undeniable tenderness in his touch, an earnestness in his plea that makes it difficult to resist. Your heart aches at the thought of hurting him further and yet, you cannot deny that there's something about this man that sets your body on fire despite your protests.

Enoch's eyes narrow slightly as you back away, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he forces a smile and takes a step back himself. "Alright," he says calmly. "I understand." He pulls out a knife and turns Leon around, putting the knife to his throat and forcefully removing his pants. "You're gonna like this.." He whispered lustfully into Leon's ear as he struggled. He grabbed Leon's flaccid cock and began to jerk it, trying to get him erect.

Enoch glances around quickly to see if anyone is close enough to hear Leon's cries before leaning in closer, whispering into his ear: "Shh... nobody can help you." He continues to stroke his cock, applying more pressure as he speaks. "You belong with me."

His other hand reaches up, cupping Leo's face once more. Despite the pain and fear in the young man's eyes, Enoch finds himself wanting nothing more than to see the look of ecstasy that will come later, when Leon finally surrenders to him. "Trust me," he whispers, squeezing gently. "This will feel so good."

His efforts pay off as blood rushes to Leon's cock, making it stiff in his hand. Enoch smiles triumphantly, leaning down to press their lips together roughly before starting to move his hips against the struggling

Enoch's hands grip tighter, one over your mouth and the other pressing into your neck. His body pins you to the ground as he thrusts brutally against you. The pain is welcome now, fueling your hatred and anger even as it reminds you of what belongs to him. "Shhh," he breathes roughly into your ear between kisses. "I have you, I own you." His words send shivers down your spine in a way that has nothing to do with fear; the thought of belonging to this man is suddenly thrilling, and you find yourself beginning to writhe against him in response.

Enoch groans against your skin as you fight back; the struggle only heightens his pleasure and makes him harder still. He releases one hand long enough to grip a fistful of hair, pulling your head back roughly in order to maintain better access while he continues thrusting wildly into you. "This is what I want," he grunts, breath hot against your neck. "You fighting me... it's so good..."

With one last growl, he comes deep inside you, his body shuddering with release as he collapses atop yours. He rolls off to the side, panting heavily and looking down at where their bodies meet in exhaustion and satisfaction. "You see?" he whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "It feels good."

Enoch watches the younger man's pathetic attempt to escape with mild amusement. "Leon," he purrs, rising slowly to his feet, "where do you think you're going?" As he nears, he kneels beside you and cups your cheek tenderly. "You belong here...with me." He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to you with a gentle smile. "Let me help you clean up," he whispers. "We have so much more to do tonight."

Enoch's face darkens at your futile struggle and defiance. In one swift motion, he grabs you by the hair and pulls back hard enough to yank you off the ground, leaving you dangling helplessly in midair with a cry of pain. His other hand digs into your throat, choking the air from your lungs as his free fist slams into your stomach over and over again. "I will have you," he snarls, spit flying from between clenched teeth. "You belong to me."

As your struggles grow weaker and your vision begins to fade, he tightens his grip on the handful of hair until it feels like they're being ripped out by the roots. You can taste blood in your mouth as you choke and wheeze, your body going limp in submission at last. "Good boy," Enoch murm

Enoch releases you with a rough shove, sending you sprawling across the wet pavement. His hand still curls into a fist at his side as he watches you writhe in pain, struggling to breathe. "Get up," he growls, kicking you hard enough to roll you onto your back. "You're going home with me."

He offers a hand, carefully avoiding any contact with the bloody tears streaming down your face. With a vicious smile, he adds, "Or rather... I am taking you home with me." His eyes glint in the streetlight as he pulls you roughly to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you upright. "Come on," he says through gritted teeth. "I've prepared a nice room just for you."

As he leads you away from the crime scene, his other hand reaches into his pocket, finding and car

Enoch grins down at you as he walks, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation course through him. His free hand reaches up to gently caress your cheek before threading through your hair and resting on the back of your neck. "You'll see, Leon," he whispers softly, his breath tickling your ear. "I'm going to make you so happy."

"I know exactly what you are," Enoch says calmly as he guides you to his car. "And I love you just the way you are." He helps you into the passenger seat before rounding the car and slipping behind the wheel, his eyes never leaving yours in the rearview mirror. As he pulls out onto the street, he reaches over to turn up the radio, drowning out any sound of your sobs with music. "You belong with me now," he says softly, more to himself than you.

And as the city fades into the darkness behind them and the faint glow of stars becomes visible through the tinted glass, you begin to realize that Enoch might be right. You can feel your heart beating against his fingers where they rest on your chest, and with every breath he takes, you can almost taste the anticipation on his tongue. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, a part of you has always

Enoch ignores your sobs, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he thinks about how easily you surrendered to him back there. You're perfect for what he has planned... and soon enough, you'll understand just how right he was.

As they drive deeper into the night, the world around them seems to fade away until it's just the two of them in this little bubble of darkness and anticipation. He glances at you again, studying your face as if trying to memorize every detail before leaning over and gently kissing your cheek. "It won't be long now," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "And when we get there... everything will change."

The anticipation builds within him, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach as he imagines what is to come. But for now,

Enoch looks at you, a mixture of pity and amusement in his eyes. "Leon," he says gently, reaching over to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand, "you don't understand. This is where you belong now." He glances back at the road before continuing, voice barely above a whisper: "You are mine."

Enoch's eyes flash in the dark, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as anger and desire surge through him. "You will say that again," he warns quietly, voice thick with threat, "and I will make sure you regret it." He glances back at the road before focusing once more on your quivering form beside him, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of making you suffer for your insolence.

As they approach their destination, the anticipation grows almost unbearable. Enoch's heart races and his breath comes in ragged gasps as he imagines what is about to happen when they finally reach the room he has prepared just for you. With a trembling hand, he reaches over to brush your hair back from your face, tracing gentle circles around your ear before leaning in close enough to feel your hot breath against his neck. "Soon,"