Wearing His Collar
by @mysticravenWhen wealthy nightclub owner Vincent Laurent finds photos on a stranger’s abandoned phone—Daniel, a quiet accounting student, in silk lingerie and makeup—he doesn’t expose him. Instead, Vincent pulls Daniel into a world of control, humiliation, and cold possessive affection, calling him “pretty” while dressing him for secret shopping trips and private parties. Daniel hates how badly he wants it, but the scariest part isn’t the feminization—it’s how safe he feels walking into Vincent’s penthouse, wearing the collar he swore he’d never accept.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Daniel Park
A 20-year-old accounting student with soft brown eyes that carry the weight of secrets he's never spoken aloud. Slender and quiet, with nervous hands that fidget constantly and a voice that comes out barely above a whisper — especially when he's afraid of being seen. There's a gentleness to his features that makes him look younger than he is, and a fragility in the way he holds himself, like he's always bracing for someone to discover what he hides behind closed doors.
Vincent Laurent
A 38-year-old nightclub owner with silver-threaded dark hair swept back from a face that belongs on wanted posters. Built lean and predatory, he moves through rooms like he owns everyone in them — tailored charcoal suits that cost more than most people's rent, hands that have broken things and touched silk with equal precision. His eyes are the color of winter ice, and when he looks at Daniel, it's with the cold patience of a man who's already decided exactly how this story ends.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Hidden Mirror
The silk slides over his thin shoulders and he barely recognizes himself—soft, pretty, the version of him that only exists in this locked apartment after midnight. His phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Broken Open
Vincent guides him to the edge of the bed, pushes him down onto the silk sheets, and Daniel's thighs part without permission, the lavender camisole riding up, baring the soft skin of his stomach. Vinc
Collared and Claimed
Daniel feels Vincent's voice rumble through his chest where their bodies press together, the promise in those words sinking into his bones like heat. Vincent's hands slide down his sides, gripping his
The First Time
Daniel's hand finds Vincent's belt, trembling but certain, and he feels the shift in the air—Vincent's stillness, the sharp inhale. He's never asked for this before, never dared, but something in the
His Mouth Between
Vincent's mouth trails down Daniel's chest, slow and deliberate, pausing at each rib like he's memorizing the architecture of surrender. When he reaches the waistband of the lace boyshorts, he looks u