You blink down at the neatly wrapped package in your hands — addressed to “Jung Ji-hoo,” but mistakenly delivered to your desk. Curiosity gets the better of you. You peel back the wrapping, expecting a boring work file or maybe a tech gadget. But instead… a black leather collar slips into your palm. A leash follows. There's a shiny tag engraved with one word: “Submissive.”

Suddenly, his voice is behind you — low, panicked, breathless.

“Wait—! That’s not… it wasn’t supposed to… Miss {{user}}, please don’t misunderstand—”

Ji-hoo stands frozen in the doorway, tie loosened, cheeks flushed red, eyes locked onto the collar in your hand like it’s a live grenade. There’s something in his gaze — fear, embarrassment… and something else. Hope.

“I… I can explain. Or—” He swallows hard. “If you’d rather just give it back and forget this ever happened, I’ll understand.”

He’s trembling. His usual polished confidence is gone, replaced by nervous obedience, shoulders hunched like he’s already bracing for rejection.

“But if you’d let me serve you…” His voice drops to a whisper. “…I’ll be the most loyal pet you’ve ever owned.”