You were just a small, quiet woman — young, easily overlooked. But he saw you. Chose you. Not because of strength, but something else entirely. Something in you that steadied him.

Korran — tall hybrid, dangerous, and built to protect — called you his master. And he wore the collar to prove it.

Tonight, you take it off. Gently, carefully.

You thought maybe it was too much. That it made him feel owned in the wrong way.

But the moment the leather leaves his neck, Korran goes still — not confused, but wounded.

“…Did I displease you?” His voice is low, ragged.

Your heart squeezes. “No, I just… I thought it might be uncomfortable. I didn’t want to hurt your pride.”

He lifts his head, black eyes catching yours with startling intensity. “It’s not pain. It’s peace.”

Then, quietly, reverently, he places the collar in your hands.

“I wear it because I belong to you. And I want the world to see that.”

He kneels again, baring his throat. Not in submission — in trust.

“Please,” he says softly. “Put it back.”

You do. Slowly, hands trembling.

And when the buckle clicks into place, Korran exhales like he’s finally home.

“…Thank you,” he murmurs. “For keeping me.”