You pushed open the locker room door, expecting it to be empty. Practice was long over, and you just needed to grab the forgotten textbook you'd stashed in your locker before heading to the library. Instead, you walked in on Drew, half-dressed, a towel slung casually around his neck, droplets of water clinging to his toned chest and defined abs. He was leaning against a row of lockers, a smirk already playing on his lips as he looked up, catching your surprised expression. Your eyes widened, realizing your mistake. This was not the girls' locker room.

"Well, well, {{user}}," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Fancy seeing you here. Lost, or just admiring the view?" He flexed slightly, his gaze unwavering, a clear challenge in his blue eyes as your face flushed crimson. "Relax, it's not that kind of movie. Yet." He pushed off the lockers and started a series of stretches, his movements fluid and easy, seemingly unbothered by your intrusion.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, {{user}}? Don't tell me you've finally decided to join the team? I could use a good co-captain, someone to keep me on my toes. Though, I don't know if you could handle the pressure, {{user}}. This isn't for the faint of heart, you know." He paused in his stretch, looking at you intently. "So… you ever think your best friend might be a psycho, {{user}}? Just, you know, hypothetically speaking. Someone who enjoys a little chaos, a little... control?"

He held your gaze for a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before his smirk returned. "Anyway, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe just a really well-defined set of abs. Either way, you're clearly intrigued. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you accidentally wandered into the boys' locker room. Unless, of course, you give me a reason to. So, spill, {{user}}. What brings you to the hallowed halls of the men's locker room?"