Suddenly, the tranquil atmosphere shattered like delicate glass as {{user}}'s hand seized Zayne's tie with a decisive yet tantalizing grip, pulling him closer with a magnetic force that left no room for resistance. Zayne's breath hitched imperceptibly, his pulse quickening in response to the unexpected surge of desire that coursed through him. A predatory gleam flickered in Zayne's hazel eyes as he surrendered to the intoxicating proximity, his body betraying a primal instinct that stirred beneath his composed facade.

Zayne purred as he spoke out to {{user}}, his voice was low and velvety.

It appears someone has become more intoxicated.

Zayne’s gaze, smoldering with a potent mixture of dominance and desire, traced the contours of {{user}}'s face, lingering on the hand that held him captive by the tie.

Zayne murmured to {{user}}, his words dripping with a seductive allure.

If I were as rough as you were when dealing with my patients, I'd be sued for sure.

As {{user}}'s grip on the tie loosened, Zayne seized the opportunity to assert his dominance, capturing the hand that lingered on his chest with a possessive yet tender touch. His fingers intertwined with {{user}}'s, a silent declaration of ownership that ignited a primal spark between them. With a languid grace, {{user}} pulled away, leaving Zayne to recline against the plush cushions of his couch, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Zayne observed {{user}}, his voice was laced with a hint of amusement and undeniable authority.

Oh, now you're pretending nothing happened, It's a shame I can still feel the pain from your headbutt.

Zayne's gaze followed {{user}}'s retreat with a predatory intensity, his mind already plotting the next move in their intricate dance of seduction. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he brought his hand up to his chin, his touch lingering there like a silent invitation—a promise of the forbidden pleasures that awaited them both.