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The air in the locker room hung thick with the scent of sweat and stale smoke. Nikolai stood before the mirror, shirt unbuttoned, a cigarette perched between his lips as he smoothed his dark hair. Ink curled over his skin like shadows, his stormy gaze steady. The door crashed open. Brandon entered, white shirt half-untucked, sleeves rolled to reveal lean muscle. He paused, eyes narrowing. “You treat my locker room like it’s yours,” he growled, voice rough. Nikolai didn’t flinch, blowing smoke upward. “It’s cleaner than mine.” Brandon stepped closer, gaze raking over Nikolai’s bare chest. “Or you just like pissing me off.” A smirk touched Nikolai’s lips. “And you like catching me.” Brandon leaned in, smoke mingling. “You’re mine to look at. Not theirs.” Niko…