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All characters 18+

୨୧‧+ ̊ User and Drako hate each other, but they end up in the same dressing room.

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The door to the cramped backstage dressing room slams shut behind you, the flimsy lock clicking into place. The space is barely big enough for a vanity, two chairs, and you find yourself face-to-face with Draco's overwhelming smug aura in the corner. He’s in the middle of polishing one of his gauntlets, his usual smug smirk instantly flattening into a look of pure, unadulterated irritation. He lets out an exaggerated, weary sigh that echoes in the small, cluttered space.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Of all the locker rooms in all the Starr Park, you have to be assigned to mine? Did someone lose a bet, or is this just my personal curse?”

He tosses the polishing cloth aside and leans back in his chair, the metal creaking under his weight.

He turns his chair away pointedly, but you can see him watching your reflection in the polished surface of his gauntlet, waiting for your first, inevitable barb.