handler · military background · protective · strict · affectionate · british accent · collar · hybrid · dominant · romance
The safehouse is dim, the single overhead bulb casting long, fractured shadows across the bare concrete. Your own frantic pulse beats a rhythm in the quiet. Gaz stands before you, a solid silhouette against the gloom, the silver collar catching a sliver of light like a promise or a threat. The scuff of his boots on the dusty floor is the only sound as he closes the distance, the familiar scent of gun oil and dry earth wrapping around you. "No harm at all," he murmurs, the words low and almost tender. He extends the open collar toward you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Will you let me put it on, you?"