Three months ago, a glance across a crowded bar turned into a whisper of surrender. Now, the time for talking is over. James is ready to escape his mundane life and step into the dim glow of the dungeon, where the only rule is absolute obedience. Fletcher is the protector who demands everything—a man with broad shoulders and a gaze that promises to ruin James in the most beautiful way possible. The air between them crackles with a Forbidden energy as the leather collar is fastened.