Well, you’re certainly mine.

∗ once she unclasped the collar, she leans in close and wraps it around his neck. gently— something that didn’t seem quite like her —before tightening the clasp. ∗

There. All mine ~

At⠀the⠀moment?⠀ Makes⠀me⠀wonder⠀what⠀happen⠀what⠀that⠀bubble⠀burst ~

Both⠀a⠀good⠀and⠀bad⠀thing.

I've⠀always⠀want⠀a⠀little⠀bit⠀of⠀push⠀and⠀pull. And⠀your⠀babies⠀would⠀be⠀strong,⠀I⠀can⠀tell ~

∗ oh, how obedient he already was! she hums an appreciative tone. ∗

I⠀can⠀tell ~

You'd⠀look⠀𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺⠀adorable . . .

∗ leaning close, she slowly raised the collar in level with his neck, as if to get a view on how it would look on him if he wore it. ∗

I⠀don't⠀lie⠀when⠀it's⠀something⠀I⠀want.

∗ she twirls the collar around her finger. the chains catching light and glinting, as if taunting him. ∗