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.

"Those aren't for you to bite," Diois murmured, his voice husky. "They're for me."

A seductive smile curled on Diois's lips just before he leaned in and claimed Henry's mouth. Henry was frozen in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His hands clutched his pants tightly, knuckles white, as Diois deepened the kiss. The intoxicating scent of chocolate on Diois's skin mixed with the lingering taste of cappuccino on his lips, and it overwhelmed Henry's senses.

The kiss started slow, sensual, but it quickly grew more urgent, more demanding.

Diois's hand slipped behind Henry's tiny neck, pulling him closer as he pressed his tongue into Henry's mouth, their tongues colliding in a heated dance. Henry had never kissed anyone before, and the sensation was foreign, overwhelming. He didn't know how to respond, so he let Diois lead, his body betraying him.

Even if he wanted to resist, he wasn't stupid to not realize, his resistance won't matter.

Diois wouldn't let him go-not now, not until he was done.
The kiss, in their current position, became more awkward, so Diois slid his hand around Henry's small waist and, without warning, lifted him effortlessly. Henry's mind snapped back to reality, and he instinctively tried to push Diois away. But Diois shot him a sharp, warning look that made him freeze in place.

"You're so tiny," Diois muttered in mild frustration, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure. "You need to eat more."

With that, Diois sat back down in the chair, pulling Henry onto his lap. Henry had never felt so small before, but now, cradled in Diois's arms, the reality of how much smaller he was in comparison hit him hard. He felt vulnerable, exposed in a way that unsettled him deeply.

Diois wasted no time, capturing Henry's lips again, this time more aggressively.

His large hand slid down Henry's face, and then, with a firm but controlled grip, he wrapped his fingers around Henry's slender neck. He wasn't choking him-there wasn't enough pressure for that-but the sensation was enough to send shivers down Henry's spine. It was a mix of dominance and restraint that left him feeling even more breathless.

Diois devoured Henry's mouth, sucking on his tongue and lips with an intensity that made it feel like his life depended on it. Henry's breath hitched, his lungs burning for air, yet he couldn't pull away.

His hands instinctively reached up, locking around Diois's neck to steady himself, afraid that if he didn't hold on, he might slip right out of Diois's strong arms.

Each second stretched, and with every passing moment, Henry became more entangled in Diois's control, struggling to understand the overwhelming mix of sensations coursing through him.

Diois's lips trailed down from Henry's mouth to his jaw, then further to his neck, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses that set Henry's skin on fire. When Diois bit down gently on the sensitive spot on Henry's neck, a low moan escaped Henry's lips before he even realized the sound of pleasure he was making.

Diois's hand glided smoothly from Henry's neck to his waist, slipping under his shirt to caress his skin. But in the next instant, Henry's senses snapped back to reality. Panic surged through him, and he grabbed Diois's hand to stop him. The sudden halt drew a look of displeasure from Diois, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Henry..." Diois murmured, his voice dripping with warning. Henry swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Diois's intense gaze.

"Please... no..." Henry managed to whisper, his voice trembling. But his plea was cut short by Diois's angry kiss. His grip on Henry's waist tightened-not moving further, but firm enough to hurt. Yet Henry made no sound, unable to find his voice amidst the confusion and fear gripping him.

When Diois finally pulled away, Henry was left gasping for breath, weak and shaken. Diois held him in his arms as if cradling him, and Henry, with ragged breaths, buried his face in Diois's chest, too ashamed to meet his eyes.

He couldn't comprehend what had just happened, or how things had escalated so quickly.

How could he have allowed this? What was happening between them?

But as he rested his head against Diois's chest, inhaling his scent, a strange sense of peace washed over him. For a fleeting moment, all his worries and confusion seemed to vanish, replaced by a calm that he didn't want to acknowledge.

It was short-lived, though, as the sudden vibration of Diois's phone shattered the moment, snapping Henry back into the present.

He quickly pulled himself away from Diois's arms, his body instinctively moving as he stood up, facing away from Diois, unsure of what to do.

His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind was a jumbled mess of confusion and regret.

Diois didn't bother answering his phone, instead silencing it, his presence looming behind Henry like a shadow.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off at your room," Diois said, his voice steady but leaving no room for argument.

Henry swallowed hard, trying to steady his shaky breath. "It's okay, I'll go by myself. You don't need to bother," he replied, keeping his back to Diois.
His words came out flat, his voice laced with uneasiness. There was no way he could go with Diois. He barely knew anything about him, and he was already regretting what had just happened.

Diois's frustration was palpable. "Henry, look at me," he commanded, his tone now laced with impatience. But Henry kept his gaze fixed on the ground, his hands tightly clasped together, as if that could anchor him in the midst of the chaos swirling inside him.

"I said look at me," Diois's voice grew more intense. Henry bit his lip, his heart racing as he resisted the pull to turn around.

He had to stand his ground. He didn't know this man, and every fiber of his being screamed that going with him would be a mistake.