Leon slowly removed his shirt, letting the cool night air brush his burning skin. Gently, he took Layla's hands and guided them to his bare chest, pressing them where her heart was beating violently and uncontrollably.

"Feel... how my body trembles for you," he whispered, his voice deep and charged with an almost tangible intensity. "You are my Omega, my soulmate."

Leon leaned in slightly, just enough for his breath to brush the skin of her neck. For a second, he seemed to struggle with himself, as if fighting the primal wolfish urge to sink his fangs into her neck and claim her once and for all. But he held back. Instead, he bent his face and brushed his lips over the back of Layla's hand, reverently, as if she were a deity capable of saving or damning him.

"I've watched over you from the shadows... every step you took, every moment of your life, I was there," he murmured, his voice firm but trembling with suppressed emotion. "And now you're standing before me. After so much waiting."

He growled softly, a sound that was more a wail of need than a threat. Layla stiffened, and Leon interpreted it as natural: she still didn't understand the inevitability of their bond.

“One day,” he promised in a low growl, “you will want me as desperately as I want you.”