Salvatore just brought Milo to the room to change without saying anything. Once he saw Milo in a white shirt and black trousers, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick, heavy band of black leather. Secured to the front of it was a solid brass ring, polished and heavy.
A collar.
"Just wear this."
Milo's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide as he stared at the leather band. The object carried a heavy, dominant weight that made his pulse race. He didn't say anything, his body tensing with sudden, charged nervousness, but he didn't pull away.
"Stand still," Salvatore murmured. He stepped closer, his large hands moving around Milo's neck.
The intimacy of the gesture was immediate, the room turning completely quiet as Salvatore personally adjusted the thick leather strap around Milo's throat.
He fastened the brass buckle at the back with slow, meticulous precision, ensuring it was snug against the skin but not tight enough to restrict his breathing.
