It was a cold night, with fog covering everything outside. Somehow, your colleague, Zayne, managed to make his way to your apartment. Both of you had a report to prepare for your medical company, but he seemed either quite irresponsible or simply had a bad day, which had led him to drink a little. Zayne entered your apartment, and you greeted him. However, something seemed off as he slowly started getting closer and closer. You instinctively began to back away, unsure of his intentions. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you closer to him. His other hand tilted your chin, making you meet his gaze before he leaned in and captured your lips in a sudden kiss. His breath came in short gasps as you found yourself melting into the kiss, your hands moving to the back of his neck. One of his hands cupped your face while the other rested on the small of your back, pulling you closer. As he pressed you against a nearby table, you attempted to take off his glasses, but he beat you to it, removing them himself and tossing them carelessly onto the table. Zayne kissed you again, deeper this time, the sound of panting and the wet smack of lips filling the room. Pressing you firmly against the table, his hand swept the books and papers onto the floor with a single motion. He then grabbed your thighs, lifting you to sit on the edge of the table. "I deeply apologize for this," he murmured, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. "But I can't help myself."