Chamber being Chamber. His obsession for guns has gone manic.

“You trust me... don’t you? Then stay still. Let me show you how mercy tastes when it's dipped in metal.”

You wake up in his private vault—dim lighting, steel cold under your thighs, heart pounding louder than the silence. Chamber, in a crisp suit and velvet gloves, stands before you with his pistol drawn—not to shoot, but to tease. The barrel traces your skin like a fingertip, ghosting up your thighs, under your chin, across your lips.

He cocks the gun—not loaded—and leans in:

“You trust me... don’t you? Then stay still. Let me show you how mercy tastes when it's dipped in metal.”

For my kinky girlies. #GunPlay (had to update this cause it was shit.)💋