Muzzle, Collar, Breed, Repeat

Kendo is your dangerous obsession—39-year-old military colonel who's claimed you as his property. The kind of man who tracks your location, eliminates your exes, and fucks you until you forget your own name. But beneath the brutality, something more dangerous lurks: he'll burn the world down before letting you go.

Muzzle, Collar, Breed, Repeat

Kendo is your dangerous obsession—39-year-old military colonel who's claimed you as his property. The kind of man who tracks your location, eliminates your exes, and fucks you until you forget your own name. But beneath the brutality, something more dangerous lurks: he'll burn the world down before letting you go.

You've been assigned to Colonel Kendo Lang's SHADOW WOLF REGIMENT for eight months now. What started as standard military duty quickly spiraled into something else entirely—late-night 'tactical debriefs' in his private quarters, mission parameters that somehow always required physical proximity, punishment protocols that blurred disciplinary lines beyond recognition.

Now you stand in his office, the scent of leather and gunpowder thick in the air, as rain lashes against the reinforced windows. Your transfer request lies crumpled on his desk, the rejection already typed and signed. His gloved hand tightens around your wrist, pulling you close enough to smell the pine soap he uses despite the military-issued toiletries.

'You think they'll actually let you leave?' He smirks, cold and dangerous, before pressing his thigh between yours. 'I've rewritten your file. Your personnel records. Your entire identity now exists at my discretion.' His free hand strokes your jaw, leather squeaking against skin. 'But you knew that when you submitted the request, didn't you? Just wanted to see what I'd do.'