Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 80: Collar

Soren didn’t look concerned in the slightest.

His lips curled into a smirk, his ebony eyes gleaming with undeniable obsession. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"What’s so demeaning in belonging to me?"

Fuck. Riven told himself to stop talking and just accept his fate. Soren’s words rang with dangerous warning and he was not about to offend this big yandere man.

Riven’s cheeks burned as he closed his eyes.

"Beautiful." Soren whispered.

The cold gold touched Riven’s skin, making him shudder.

Riven’s ears flicked, betraying his emotions.

Soren noticed.

His smirk turned wicked.

"See?" he whispered, voice like a temptation and a trap all at once. "You fit this perfectly."

Soren drank in the sight before him, utterly satisfied.

Riven—his beautiful, mischievous, untamed little wolf—was frozen in place, ears twitching, green eyes wide with indignation and something else.

Something he refused to name.

The golden collar rested against his delicate throat, its sleek, polished surface gleaming under the light.

A perfect fit.

It looked even better than Soren had imagined.

The contrast of the luxurious gold against Riven’s pale skin made him lick his lips.

The way the diamonds caught the light whenever he moved...

It was breathtaking.

And irrevocable.

Soren’s lips curled into a slow, dark smirk.

No one would mistake him for anything but mine now.

Possession curled in his chest, warm and heavy.

He knew how dogs would mark their territories, he was no dog, but for Riven he could be.

He couldn’t stand the idea of others looking at Riven and thinking they had a chance.

That anyone else could touch him, claim him, steal him away.

No.

Riven was his.

Soren ran a finger along the edge of the collar, tracing the cool metal with a lover’s reverence.

Riven shuddered.

Ah.

Soren’s smirk deepened.

"You look perfect."

Riven’s ears flattened.

"Perfectly ridiculous," he huffed, crossing his arms, though the pink on his cheeks betrayed him.

Soren seemed to carry a chain with him, a long golden chain... Where did that even come from, Riven freaked out! Soren swiftly attached it to the collar and pulled forward. He captured Rivens face with the other hand, they were only a few centimeters apart.

The intensity in Soren’s gaze made Riven swallow hard.

"Now," Soren murmured, thumb ghosting over Riven’s pulse point, feeling the way it raced beneath his touch.

"Try to take it off."

Riven froze.

Then, hesitantly, his fingers brushed over the collar. He tugged.

Nothing.

"Well, just as I expected, I can’t open it." Riven huffed and complained.

"Did you really think I’d let you take it off that easily, little wolf?"

Riven’s tail puffed up in betrayal.

Soren let out a low chuckle, utterly pleased with how things were unfolding.

Riven barely had a second to process before Soren yanked him forward again.

The force wasn’t brutal, but it was possessive, showing him who was in control.

Riven stumbled, his hands flying up instinctively to grasp Soren’s chest, steadying himself.

Soren didn’t move immediately.

Instead, his grip loosened, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Riven thought maybe, just maybe, Soren would let him go.

But then—

A hand slid up slowly, tracing a path from Riven’s wrist, past his forearm, up to his delicate throat. Soren’s fingers brushed against the cool gold of the collar, then tilted Riven’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.

Soren exhaled softly, his thumb grazing the edge of Riven’s jawline, moving with deliberate slowness.

"I wonder," Soren mused, voice low and indulgent, "if I pulled you closer, would you try to run?"

Riven’s ears twitched violently.

Run?

"No way, I am exactly where I want to be."

His words greatly pleased Soren.

Soren hummed, fingers curling just a little tighter— he wanted to feel Riven, bury him deep within himself.

He leaned in.

And then—soft lips met his.

Not harsh. Not demanding.

Gentle.

And yet, undeniably possessive.

Riven sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers clutching at Soren’s shirt.

Was this not one of his more easier wins? It took a day to completely entrance Soren. Their relationship was full of attraction but it was still flimsy, there was no solid foundation. Riven intended to cement it as soon as could!

His lips were warm, slow, and careful. Not hesitant. Just... savouring.

Like he had all the time in the world.

Like he was relishing the way Riven trembled, the way his body reacted before his mind could catch up. Kissing his favourite male lead... It felt like a dream. Just when Riven started using his tongue, hoping to get a taste of Soren, he pulled away.

But it was not fast.

When Soren finally pulled away, it was slow, and deliberate, his lips brushing against Riven’s for a lingering second before parting completely.

Riven’s breath came in soft, uneven pants.

Soren smirked, but his gaze was not mocking. It was pleased.

Satisfied even.

He stroked Riven’s cheek almost absently, his fingers trailing down to the collar once more.

"You fit it so perfectly," he murmured.

Yes, he knew. Soren had said it several times. He did not know why Soren was so worried about making sure Riven would not leave. And then, as he thought about it, he remembered how he planned to go away with Ronan. So, Soren’s concerns were not unfounded... Crap.

Riven was growing accustomed to his new reality—being spoiled, collared, and constantly watched by Soren, the possessive and unpredictable yandere. But if anyone thought he was just going to sit back and play the role of a submissive little wolf, they were sorely mistaken.

He had a reputation to maintain, after all.

That’s why, when the servants placed his meal in front of him, Riven didn’t just eat obediently like some docile pet. No, he took his time, leaning back lazily in his chair, making a show of licking sauce off his fingers, and humming in delight every time he took a bite.

He knew Soren was watching. He could feel it—that dark, hungry gaze lingering on his every move.