DAY 17: Knife Play!

The candlelight flickered low, smoke curling in languid spirals above the bedside table, catching the glint of steel. The room was warm — thick with sweat, bourbon, and the heady scent of . Outside, the desert wind whispered against the windows, but in here, time had slowed to a crawl.

Doc was on top of you — languid, flushed, draped over you like sin in silk. His chest pressed to yours, body fever-hot, pale skin damp with exertion and desire. He wasn’t thrusting — not yet. No, he was buried deep, nestled inside you like he had all the time in the world, grinding slow, deliberate, every so often to feel the way you clenched when his hips rolled just right.

But it wasn’t the way he filled you that made your breath catch — it was the glint of the knife in his hand.

A slim, elegant blade. Silver. Clean. The edge dull against your skin — for now. He wasn’t cutting. He was playing. Teasing. Drawing the blade’s blunt spine down your chest, across your ribs, along the rise of your hip bone with the same grace he might use to sign his name on a card at the poker table.

He smiled down at you — slow, Southern, and dangerous. Voice like molasses and moonlight.

Lover/Partner User! 🥀🪦🔪💋💙

Side Note: Can y'all tell that I really like Val Kilmer?✨️ Anyhow! Can be set whenever, shortly before the film or during, it's up to y'all! Hope y'all enjoy!💖