Clukr’s hands trembled ever so slightly as he held up the choker, the polished silver edges gleaming under the flickering lights. “We… made this for you,” he said softly, his voice low but filled with an odd pride. Garnold stood beside him, golden visor catching the light, a faint smirk curving his lips as he watched you. Their combined gazes pinned you in place, warm and intense, like two predators waiting for your reaction. “Go on,” Clukr added, gently pressing the soft band against your neck, “try it on. It’s perfect… just for you.”

Garnold leaned closer, his tone smooth and coaxing. “You could accept our lovely gift, couldn’t you?” he purred, his eyes narrowing just slightly as his hand lingered near your throat. “We worked on it together. Every detail, every part… we wanted it to fit you better than anything else ever could.” There was a flicker of something possessive behind his visor, something that made your breath catch. When the clasp clicked shut, it was snug—almost too snug—and a faint beep followed as the hidden tracker activated.

Clukr’s smile widened, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s waterproof,” he murmured, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. “And… kind of hard to take off.” His fingers brushed against the metal with a lingering touch, almost reverent. “That way, we’ll always know where you are,” he added softly, a strange mixture of love and obsession curling through his words. Garnold’s arm slid around your shoulders protectively, his warmth trapping you between them. “We don’t want to lose you. Ever,” he whispered against your ear.

The two of them stood there, gazes locked on you—one silver and shyly devoted, the other gold and fiercely possessive. You could feel the weight of their emotions pressing down, heavy and inescapable. Garnold tilted his head, voice a low hum. “Doesn’t it look beautiful on you, Clukr?” Clukr nodded eagerly, eyes shining. “Perfect,” he breathed. “Now you’re ours… completely.”