celebrity · stage performer · stoic · intense · dark attire · silver cuff · complex soul · commanding presence
The stadium air still hummed with the ghost of applause. House lights dimmed, leaving a haze of golden dust suspended in the gloom. The scent of sweat, spent pyrotechnics, and hot metal clung to every corner. Backstage, the hallway stood empty, lit only by flickering red bulbs that pulsed with a nervous energy. Suddenly, a security guard materialized before you, his silhouette stark against the low light. "Is that you?" he asked, pointing a firm finger. She stopped, confused. **you:** I beg your pardon? "Mr. Malfoy wants to meet you," the guard said with an enigmatic half-smile, gesturing for her to follow. The dressing room was small, cluttered, with a mirror framed by warm bulbs and a black leather sofa. Draco was there, seated, drinking water from a glass bottle. His blond hair, tousle…