His To Owned

4. You are Mine

"You can leave now. I have..." Henry started, his voice shaky, but before he could finish, he was suddenly spun around. He found himself staring into Diois's burning eyes, full of frustration and something darker.

"When I say something, I expect you to do it. I hate repeating myself," Diois growled, his grip firm on Henry’s wrist, the heat of his presence overwhelming.

Diois closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, the intensity in his gaze had melted into something softer, almost gentle. The shift in his emotions was so sudden that it left Henry stunned.
How could he change so quickly?

"Henry..."
Diois's voice was now soft, melodic, drawing Henry in despite the turmoil he felt inside. He slid his palm up to Henry’s neck, holding him there tenderly, and Henry’s breath caught in his throat.

"I know you’re avoiding me," Diois continued, his fingers lightly tracing the side of Henry’s neck.
"That night, I saw you outside your room. But you ran away."

Henry’s blood ran cold. So Diois had seen him that night? The night Henry thought he'd escaped unnoticed.

Diois took a step closer, wrapping his arms around Henry in a firm embrace, the warmth of his body sending Henry’s heart into overdrive.

Diois's hands gently caressed Henry’s back, as if to comfort him, but the gesture only made Henry feel more trapped, the weight of the situation pressing down harder.

"If you had come back to the room that night, I wouldn’t have had to come here," Diois murmured.
"I waited for you, but you kept running. Now, it’s time to stop." He paused, his voice calm yet commanding. "It’s not proper for a grown man to stay in a single girl’s room, don’t you think?"

Henry’s heart raced. Diois wasn’t just talking about the situation with Sofia—he knew everything. Every detail. The implication was clear, even if Diois hadn’t spelled it out. Henry had been staying with Sofia temporarily, but now that wasn’t an option anymore. Diois’s presence was suffocating, and there was no escaping it.

Diois pushed Henry back slightly, locking eyes with him once more. "Go get your stuff," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Henry bit down hard on his tongue, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. With a nod, he turned and walked away, feeling the weight of Diois’s gaze on his back, knowing that, no matter what he did, running wasn’t an option anymore.

Henry quickly grabbed his bag, locked up the café, and stepped outside. The same black car from before was parked there, waiting. Diois stood by the passenger door, opening it for Henry without a word. Reluctantly, Henry got in, clutching his bag like a lifeline.

He kept his eyes fixed on the passing scenery as Diois drove, avoiding any glance or conversation. The silence between them felt heavy, suffocating.

When the car finally stopped outside his apartment, Henry was about to exit without a word, hoping to make a clean escape, but Diois’s voice stopped him cold.

"I’ll come tomorrow morning," Diois said.

Henry’s fists tightened. His frustration and exhaustion boiled over.

He turned to Diois, unable to hold back any longer. "What exactly do you want from me?" His voice trembled with frustration. He was tired—tired of this constant pressure, tired of being dragged into something he didn’t understand.

Diois’s cold expression darkened, his voice icy. "You still don’t get it?"

"No," Henry snapped, his frustration spilling out. "If you’re after me because of what I saw that night, you don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone. I don’t have time for this. Just leave me alone."