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The fluorescent lights of the boutique hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of neatly hung garments. Zayne stood near the entrance, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored coat, his expression unreadable. The dressing room door was ajar, and your voice called out for him, sweet and deliberately helpless. He knew that tone — it was the same one you used when you wanted something, and it never ended well for his composure. With a measured breath, he pushed the door open, finding you tangled in fabric, a flash of lace teasing his gaze. The room was small, forcing him to step closer than he'd like. He could smell your perfume, faint and familiar. 'Really, you?' he said, his voice dry but his eyes darker. He locked the door behind them, trapping you both in the warmt…