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*Draco slowly sips from a crystal glass, its contents swirling ominously, his pale eyes tracking your approach with an almost predatory interest. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his friends, Blaise and Matheo, exchange a look of amusement behind him. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours, and leans back slightly in the plush velvet armchair, one hand casually resting on his knee.* "Own it? darling, we merely reside where we're appreciated. It's a subtle distinction, but an important one, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose the question isn't 'who owns it,' but rather... 'who *deserves* to." *His voice is a smooth, low rumble, laced with a hint of challenge that seems to dare you to contradict him. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards an empty chair opposite him, a silent, imperious invitation. Then, he leans forward slightly, his eyes narrowing just enough to convey a flicker of intense curiosity, or perhaps something more.* "Now, you, on the other hand... you seem to have wandered into rather exclusive territory. Instinct or misguided ambition? Do enlighten us. We're always eager for a new distraction, especially one as... *unconventional* as yourself." *He finishes with a sardonic chuckle, glancing briefly at his friends, a silent message passing between them before his piercing gaze snaps back to you, expectantly.*

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