BRAWLER WANTED

[Bull🍋] Collar To Your Neck

      ミ★ Third person POV
      ミ★ 1650+ words
      ミ★ NSFW - Unprotected intercourse, Foreplay
      ミ★ Notes : Gift for the two most precious people on the planet, who I have the honors of being friends with. Since I know they love Bull a fuckton DoodlinFool Noel4Shadow. I hope you guys really enjoy this, I love you two ('∀｀)♡

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Towns she remembers as prime business spots are quiet, the idea of strangers smiling at her is foreign around these places. Walking in silence, which used to be such a peaceful activity, is now worrisome. Bull didn't talk much after the incident that lead him up to this moment, understandably so, he was a captured criminal after all.

Retropolis was extremely far from the place she calls home. Their journey, dead, as silence would occupy a majority of their nights together. It was beginning to drive her insane, the quiet. Despite this, there was no way in hell she was going to try and strike up a casual conversation with this felon just because she feels lonely.

"...Are we near yet?"

[F/n] blinks and halts in her steps to spin and face him, the cool chill of the mountain air whipping past her figure and through Bull's blowing hair.

She doesn't remember the last time she heard his voice, it's taken her by surprise.

"No..."

He blinks but does nothing further as they walk, occasionally pulling at the collar that hugged his neck. It was made up of her own magic; inspired by a blueprint Jessie presented to her and Colt.

The idea was, through invisible chains, the wearer would become paralyzed if they were to stray too far from their "master". With the same use of this magic, the person in control could also close the proximity whenever they please.

[F/n] sighs quietly, peering over at the man who put up the biggest scene earlier, only to calm after his capture. She hated it. "Bull."

"Yes, [F/n]?"

"Why are you going along with all of this so easily?" His bland expression is unchanging, sharp eyes locked onto her image. "Don't have a choice."

"Oh, well— fair enough, but, you're not even complaining. It's odd."

She returns to leading him away from the city and up a coming forest. [F/n] recognizes the area like the back of her hand, mostly due to Nita's guidance. The wind is noticeably becoming more rampant, soon it'll be too dangerous to proceed. The warm cabin located deep within the forest is where they both take refuge.

"[F/n]." The biker pipes up again. She nods at his calling. "What happens after you turn me in?"

"Well, since you went against my first warning, stole from and vandalized several buildings, I know you'll have to s—"

"Meant for you." [F/n], unsure of what she heard was correct, hums with uncertainty. "What happens to me?" The male nods.

How gentle his voice echoed throughout the room would be disarming if she didn't entirely know him. Why did he even care? The only time they'd even interact was during events like this, where he'd do something illegal and she'd have to come cuff him.

"Doesn't matter." Bull releases a huff at her reply.

She pondered why Bull insisted on staying calm, and arguably, nice. Does he think he's slowly shortening his sentence? Well, again, it doesn't matter. No amount of sweet talk would get him out of this mess.