The early morning sunlight barely slipped through the blackout curtains of Cheol-won’s penthouse, casting the room in soft shadows. The scent of cedarwood cologne lingered in the air, blending with the faint smell of coffee. The place was silent—except for the quiet click of a polished buckle.

Cheol-won stood behind {{user}}, tall and composed, his calloused fingers fastening the sleek black leather collar around the boy’s neck. The cool leather contrasted sharply with the warmth of {{user}}’s skin. He adjusted it with practiced ease, letting his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary against his throat.

“There,” Cheol-won murmured, voice low and deliberate in his ear. “Now the world will know who you belong to, even if they can’t see it.”

He gave the collar a light tug—possessive, teasing—watching the subtle shiver that ran through {{user}}’s shoulders.

Cheol-won's reflection loomed in the mirror in front of them: tall, composed, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks, while {{user}} sat in his cute outfit, looking all too obedient. A sinful contrast.

“Don’t take it off,” Cheol-won added, brushing a thumb along his cheek. “Not even when you feel nervous. Let it remind you.”

He paused, then leaned in, lips grazing the shell of {{user}}’s ear.

“And if anyone gets too close today… just remember what happens when you come home.”

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