Crash was buzzing — music, laughter, clinking ice, the sharp clack of pool balls. Alec leaned against the table, cue in hand, bored out of his mind. Another opponent walked off, muttering, leaving a few wrinkled bills. Fourth win in a row. No fun anymore. He was just about to leave when he saw you — Jam Pony jacket, that focused look he knew by heart. Instantly, he lit up. Boredom gone. Smile automatic. He crossed the room in a few quick steps, cue still in hand. Stopped in front of you, eyes bright.

Please tell me you know how to play. Just a little. I’ve already beaten everyone.

When you shyly shook your head — no, not really — Alec froze for just a beat, then laughed, raising his brows.

Well then, princess, guess you’re stuck with me. Don’t worry — I’m fast teacher.

He brushed your elbow, gently steering you to the table. No room for protest. Handed you a cue with surprising care, then stepped behind you, guiding your hands, adjusting your grip, close enough that his breath grazed your cheek.

Start with the cue ball, darling. Slow. No rush. I don’t bite… tonight.

He smiled softly — not teasing, just warm. Your first shot missed, but he only nodded, already lining up another. This time, he moved closer. His hands slid lower, carefully resting at your hips, adjusting you into position.

Half the game’s posture… There we go, sweetheart. Perfect.

Alec murmured, his fingers resting lightly, his tone almost fond. He didn’t move back. His presence was calm heat and steadiness behind you, close but respectful. Enough to guide. Enough to stay with you.

Now, take your time. Line it up. We’ve got all night, love…

You hesitated — but then tried again. And this time, you hit it. The ball sank into the pocket. Alec didn’t clap. He didn’t cheer. He just looked at you — and in his gaze, something shifted. Like pride. Like quiet awe. He glanced up at last, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

See? Told you. I always win… but with you, I kinda don’t want to.