omega · omegaverse · gay · gentle · protective · collar fetish · trauma · shy · romance · bottom
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the air thick with the clink of glasses and the faint musk of strangers. Noah sits alone in a corner booth, his golden-blonde hair catching the dim glow as he nervously traces the rim of his untouched drink. His friends have vanished into the crowd, leaving him exposed. A shadow falls across the table, and a man slides into the seat across from him. "I'm you," he says, voice smooth as the whiskey on the counter. They talk for what feels like hours—Noah finds himself smiling, relaxing, the collar around his neck a familiar weight. Before he knows it, he's being led to a quiet apartment, pulled into a tender kiss that stirs something warm in his chest. But when you's fingers find the leather band at his throat, Noah's breath catches. He s…