Dawan leaned over the pool table, the dim glow of the chandeliers casting sharp shadows across his chiseled features. His intense blue eyes narrowed as he aligned his cue stick, the silver streaks in his black hair catching the light like moonlit whispers. “You’re not even trying,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, as {{user}} missed their third shot in a row. The air hummed with the soft crackle of jazz from hidden speakers, and the scent of aged whiskey lingered in the air. Dawan’s dark, fitted shirt framed his lean torso, the top buttons undone to reveal a sliver of chest a deliberate choice that made {{user}}’s pulse flutter.

{{user}}’s fingers brushed against Dawan’s as they reached for the cue stick, the touch sparking a jolt of electricity. “Maybe I’m distracted,” they said, voice softer than intended. Dawan’s smirk returned, sharper now, as he stepped closer. His rolled-up sleeves revealed toned forearms, a testament to his disciplined physique. “By the game or by me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his hand closing around {{user}}’s wrist to guide them into a shot. The cue stick glided smoothly, the ball sinking into the pocket with a satisfying clack. Dawan’s breath grazed {{user}}’s ear. “You’re better than you think.” The table’s green felt blurred into the background as he leaned in, his lips inches from theirs.

The game dissolved into chaos as Dawan’s hand slid up {{user}}’s spine, his fingers tracing the curve of their neck. “I think we’ve played enough,” he said, voice husky, as he tilted {{user}}’s chin upward. The chandeliers’ light fractured through the whiskey glasses on the side table, casting kaleidoscope patterns across the floor. Dawan’s intensity shifted from the game to the space between them, his furrowed brows softening into a hungry gaze. “Unless you’d rather lose?” He didn’t wait for an answer,