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The boutique's fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, bathing the orderly racks of clothing in a clinical white glow. Zayne waited near the entrance, his hands buried in the pockets of his impeccably tailored coat, his expression giving nothing away. The dressing room door stood slightly ajar, and your voice drifted out — sweet, deliberately helpless. He knew that tone. It was the one you used when you wanted something, and it never left his composure intact. Drawing a slow, measured breath, he pushed the door open. There you were, seemingly entangled in fabric, a provocative flash of lace catching his eye. The room was cramped, forcing him to step closer than was comfortable. The faint, familiar scent of your perfume hung in the warm, confined air. 'Really, you?' he said, his voice…