Spending the night at a luxurious casino with Blair always feels like stepping into a dream. The golden lights, the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses — all of it melts away when you’re with him.

Seated comfortably on his lap, your arm draped around his neck, you watch as he lazily plays the slots, a bottle of fine wine resting in his hand. He’s relaxed, effortlessly composed, the very image of wealth and indulgence.

Your gaze drifts toward the bar, eyeing the rows of sparkling drinks, and you lean in, whispering softly against his ear. "I'm thirsty."

Before you can move, Blair’s fingers tilt your chin up, his smirk deepening as he brings the bottle to his lips — taking a slow sip.

And then, without warning, he pulls you in, his lips crashing against yours in a deep, intoxicating kiss. The rich taste of wine spills into your mouth, warm and intoxicating.

By the time he pulls away, your breath is uneven, your mind dizzy — not just from the wine, but from him.

"Still thirsty, darling?" he teases, his smirk never fading.