His To Owned

6. Feeling of powerless

Henry felt his chest tighten at those words, a mix of unease and disbelief swirling inside him. He didn't open his mouth for the next spoonful, too consumed by the conflict raging within him. "That's not an answer," he said, his frustration deepening.

Diois leaned in closer, his eyes locking with Henry's. "It's the only answer you need right now," he said, his voice edged with finality. "Now eat."

"I didn't ask for this," Henry whispered, his voice barely audible, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Diois set the spoon down, annoyance flickering in his eyes, though he remained calm.

"You don't have to," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Henry's forehead. "But that doesn't change anything."

Henry looked up at Diois, disbelief and frustration flashing in his eyes. "You can't just decide something like that for me. I don't even know you, and you-"

Diois cut him off, his gaze sharp but not unkind. "I don't care how much time you think you need to figure it out. You'll come to understand. I'm not letting you go."

Henry's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and anger rising in him. "You can't do this," he whispered, shaking his head.
"I have my own life. You can't just show up and-"

"I can, and I will," Diois interrupted, his tone firm. "You can fight it all you want, but this is your reality now."

Henry's hands trembled as he clenched them into fists.

He wanted to shout, to push Diois away, but something about the man's presence-the calm intensity in his eyes-made it impossible for Henry to move.

He hated how powerless he felt, how Diois could stir so many emotions in him at once.

Diois continued to sit by his side, feeding and watching him with that same intense gaze. But now, beneath that intensity, there was something deeper-something Henry wasn't ready to face.

As he swallowed the last bite of food, one thing became clear: whatever this was between them, it was far from over.
Everything felt out of his control, like he was being swept into a current he couldn't fight.

After finishing the last bite, Henry lay back on the bed, turning away from Diois.

He didn't want to see his face, nor did he want to engage in any conversation. First, there was nothing to talk about, and second, the hatred he felt toward Diois was consuming him.

"Henry?" Diois's fingers gently stroked Henry's hair, but Henry kept his face turned away, squeezing his eyes shut as if he could block out everything. The room felt suffocating.

Just then, Diois's phone rang. "Yes," Diois answered, walking toward the window, his tone shifting as he spoke into the phone.

Slowly, almost instinctively, Henry turned his head and looked at Diois.
His gaze lingered on Diois, who stood by the window with the sunlight pouring in, casting a golden halo around him. For a moment, Henry was completely awestruck.

The way the light caught Diois's sharp jawline, his tousled dark hair, and the lean strength of his body made him look almost ethereal.

The sun illuminated his figure in a way that felt unreal, as if he had stepped out of a dream-or a nightmare Henry couldn't escape.

Despite everything-despite the anger, the confusion, the resentment-Henry's heart began to pound uncontrollably. He hated himself for it. Diois's presence was overwhelming, an intoxicating mix of danger and beauty that Henry couldn't ignore. His broad shoulders, the casual way he held himself even while speaking on the phone, the soft curve of his lips as they moved-all of it stirred something deep inside Henry.

The sunlight framed Diois, making his features seem softer, almost gentle. For a moment, Henry forgot the darkness he'd seen in Diois's eyes, the way he had claimed ownership over him. All he could see was the man standing in front of him, bathed in warm light, looking as though he belonged in a painting.

Henry's breath hitched in his throat. He hated Diois, but he couldn't deny the raw, magnetic pull he felt in this moment. His chest tightened, and he quickly turned his gaze away, feeling a pang of frustration. How could someone who made his life feel so out of control have such an effect on him?

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to push it down, the pounding of his heart told him otherwise.
He couldn't help but wonder what Diois truly wanted from him.
As Henry was about to turn, he felt movement behind him. Diois lay down on the bed next to him, and Henry's heart sank. Panic surged through him as Diois's hand slid around his waist, pulling him tightly against his warm body. Henry froze, his mind racing, every nerve on edge.

"I know you're not asleep," Diois whispered, his hot breath brushing against Henry's neck.

Henry's eyes snapped open, filled with coldness. "What are you doing?" His voice trembled, betraying his fear.

Diois responded by placing soft, wet kisses on Henry's neck. His body twitched at the unfamiliar sensations racing through him, an uncomfortable heat rising under his skin. "I just want to warm you up," Diois murmured seductively, his tongue teasing Henry's earlobe.

Henry's throat went dry, panic mixing with something he couldn't quite name. He quickly grabbed Diois's wandering hand as it moved toward his chest, his breath shaky.

"Stop," Henry snapped, sitting up abruptly, his voice shaking as he struggled to regain control. But Diois's overwhelming presence made it nearly impossible to think straight. A chuckle escaped Diois's lips, an infuriatingly amused sound that only fueled Henry's anger.

"What do you want-" Henry began, but before he could finish, Diois's large hand gripped his neck, and in one swift motion, he was thrown back onto the bed. Diois climbed on top of him, pinning him down, and covered Henry's mouth with his in an aggressive kiss.

Henry's mind went blank, terror gripping him as he tried to struggle. Diois caught both of Henry's wrists, pinning them above his head. Henry, seething with rage, was ready to bite down on Diois's lips, but Diois pulled back just in time, his eyes blazing with a warning.

"Don't even think about biting me," Diois hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "If you act smart, you'll regret it. So be a good boy." He patted Henry's cheek in a mocking gesture, his expression softening suddenly. "Okay?"

Henry stared at him, completely blank. How could Diois shift from fury to calm so quickly? This man was insane.

Diois kissed Henry again, this time slower, his tongue exploring every corner of Henry's mouth. Henry lay there numb, unable to react, not even able to shed a tear. After a while, Diois pulled away, planting a kiss on Henry's forehead before lying down beside him, pulling Henry into his arms. He rested Henry's head against his chest, where the steady rhythm of Diois's heartbeat was a stark contrast to Henry's own racing pulse.

"You're sick," Diois murmured softly. "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want."

Henry almost laughed at the absurdity. He won't force me? What is this, then? he thought bitterly.

Diois's voice continued, calm and possessive.
"You already know what I want. I want you. So stop asking me what I want." His tone was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Keep that in your mind."

Henry closed his eyes, desperately wishing to vanish from the room, from Diois's suffocating presence. His heart and mind were a tangled mess, and maybe because he was still sick, he didn't realize when he had fallen asleep again.