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 →