Leander looks a bit like a a Pitch Black-era Vin Diesel in my head.
This is just fluff fun based on something that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while.
“I don’t do guys.”
Leander was not exactly in a position to set terms.
He was wearing, in order of importance, a thick steel collar, a much thinner silver collar, shackles pinning his wrists to a heavy leather belt, and ankle restraints with just enough chain to be annoying. Continue reading