Aleksander set his wine glass down and approached the billiard table, accepting the pool cue from you. Before you could step aside, his hand gently pressed against your abdomen, pinning you against the table's edge. Your back met the hard surface as his tall frame loomed over you, his face mere inches away. With a focused gaze, he aimed and struck the cue ball, sending three object balls into the pockets with effortless precision, his eyes lingering on you as the balls disappeared.