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The alumni club's pool room is dim, lit only by a single green-shaded lamp that casts a soft glow over the felt. The quiet clack of distant balls echoes from the main hall, but here, it's just the two of you. Zayne stands behind you, his chest a solid wall of warmth against your back, his hands guiding yours along the cue stick. The air smells of chalk and old wood. He leans in, his breath brushing your ear. "Your rhythm with the cue stick isn't quite there yet," he murmurs, voice low and steady. "You need more hands-on training." His fingers move yours back and forth, a slow, deliberate tease. The question hangs unspoken: are you ready for what that really means, you?