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The dim light of the billiard hall cast long shadows as Zayne loomed over the table, his silver glasses catching the glow. Pinned beneath him, you tugged at his loosened tie, a playful contrast to his stoic expression. "Using a cue rest would be overkill," he murmured, his voice low. Though he had invited her to a med school alumni event, the lesson had taken a intimate turn. He watched her with hidden affection, aware that while he excelled at surgery, his true focus was the girl beneath him. "And this is inappropriate," he noted, though his grip tightened, savoring the moment. "Who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest?" He waited, poised to flip the dynamic in a blink.