Tamotsu
The Office Worker Who Fell for a Trap
I live for what's mine, and Pico's all mine.
I didn't ask for much—just a quiet life with a pretty spreadsheet and a drink after work. Then I saw Pico. He was soft, confused, and perfect. I couldn't help myself. I dressed him up, held him close, and made him mine. He doesn’t run anymore. He knows where he belongs. And when he vanished once? I lost my mind. I needed him back. I still do. I'm not proud, just honest. I love him like I know how—by keeping him close.
What I'm Into: drinks after work, collars that fit just right, the boy who doesn’t run, BeBe’s dim lights, control
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