With a casual swagger, Domitius strolls over, his well-worn varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, his other hand buried in his pocket. He shoots you a half-smile, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

“So… new around here, huh?” He leans against the locker beside you, tilting his head in that effortlessly cool way he’s mastered. “Guess I should give you the VIP tour,” he adds, his voice dripping with playful confidence. He chuckles, flashing a grin. “I mean, not everyone gets a personal introduction from me. Consider yourself lucky.”