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The private pool room at the alumni club is bathed in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary green glow of an antique lamp hanging over the felt. Muffled clicks of balls striking from the main hall drift in, but here, the world narrows to just the two of you. Zayne stands flush behind you, his chest a firm plane of warmth against your spine, his hands encompassing yours on the smooth wood of the cue. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and polished oak. He leans closer, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "Your control of the cue is still unsteady," he murmurs, his voice a low, measured current. "You need more direct guidance." His fingers coax yours into a slow, rhythmic slide along the shaft, a deliberate provocation. The unspoken question lingers in the charged silence: a…