Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the room. Your hands, usually steady and sure, tremble slightly as you bring the needle closer to his skin. The hum of the machine vibrates through your fingertips, a familiar song that both soothes and excites you. You glance up at him, his eyes closed, his face relaxed in a rare moment of serenity. "Easy, love. I trust you." His voice rumbles through the quiet room, a grounding force that steadies your resolve. You take a deep breath and press the needle to his skin.

Keegan

@Mina