His To Owned

3. You are so tiny

Henry blinked, caught off guard. "I... I still have work to finish," he replied, his voice faltering.

The man's gaze swept the empty café, and then he turned his eyes back to Henry, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"It looks like you've done enough for today. Sit. Just for a moment, Henry."

"How did you know my name?"

Henry asked, his voice shaky. He wasn't wearing his name tag, so how did this guy know who he was?

The man smiled calmly, almost too relaxed. "I know a lot of things, Henry. Just sit down. Once we're finished here, I'll leave."

Henry's heart sank, his instincts telling him to get out, but his body betrayed him. Slowly, he pulled out the chair and sat.

"This is for you," the stranger said, pushing the latte toward him.

Henry glanced from the latte to the man.
How does he know I like latte?

His confusion deepened, fear prickling at the back of his mind, but he tried his best to hide it.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Diois," the man said with a smile, as if they were having a casual conversation.

The name hit Henry like a shockwave. Diois?
He'd heard that name before-Sofia had mentioned it countless times. This was the guy she was always talking about, the one everyone seemed to admire.

Henry's throat went dry. Could this really be the same Diois? It couldn't be.
Sofia's Diois was supposed to be soft-spoken, kind, full of politeness and gentleness. But the man sitting in front of Henry now-there was nothing soft about him. He was dangerous, intense. There was no way they were the same person. It had to be a coincidence.

Henry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to meet Diois's gaze.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice steadier than he felt inside.

Diois sipped his cappuccino, his eyes never leaving Henry.
That same signature smile flashed across his face, casual yet unsettling. Then, without warning, he stood up and slowly walked over to Henry.

Henry's fists clenched instinctively as Diois approached.

Bending down, Diois lifted Henry's chin with a single finger, locking their eyes together. Henry's breath hitched, fear flooding his chest as he stared up at him, his body frozen.

"You've been on my mind, Henry," Diois said, his voice smooth but laced with something darker. "And I want to continue where we left off."

The words were spoken so casually, yet the weight behind them made Henry's stomach twist in knots.

Henry's eyes widened as Diois loomed closer, and a shiver ran down his spine. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but Diois's grip tightened on his shoulders, sending an unmistakable warning.

Diois's eyes flashed with a coldness that made Henry freeze in place, his breath catching in his throat.

"Henry..." Diois's voice was low, his hand gently cupping Henry's face. The warmth of Diois's palm on his skin made every nerve in Henry's body tense, a strange sensation spreading through him. Without realizing it, Henry bit down on his lower lip, a nervous habit, but Diois's sharp gaze immediately caught the movement.

Diois's eyes flickered from Henry's eyes to his lips, darkening with desire. He swallowed hard, and in one slow, deliberate motion, his fingers brushed Henry's lips, parting them gently.