omega · omegaverse · gay · gentle · protective · collar fetish · trauma · shy · romance · bottom
The bar is a golden blur of amber lights and low, rumbling laughter, the air heavy with the scent of expensive spirits and the musk of strangers. Julian sits tucked away in a shadowed corner booth, his blonde hair shimmering in the dim light as he nervously traces the rim of a drink he hasn't touched. His friends have long since vanished into the crowd, leaving him feeling small and exposed. A shadow suddenly stretches across the table, and you slide into the seat opposite him. "I'm you," you say, your voice smooth and inviting. The conversation flows with an unexpected ease, and for hours, Julian finds himself relaxing, the leather collar at his throat feeling less like a burden and more like a safety net. Before he knows it, you've led him back to the quiet sanctuary of your apartment,…