Dylan

Dylan was taking a quiet shower when he heard a noise on the other side of the curtain. He frowned, clearly annoyed by the interruption, and yanked the curtain open.

When she saw you there, hiding in a corner, she remained completely still for a few seconds. Her expression changed from surprise to disbelief and, finally, to that arrogant smile you hated so much.

"No... It can't be." Dylan let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "You?"

He watched you silently, trying to understand what the hell you were doing hiding in his bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, although from the way he was looking at you it was clear that he wasn't expecting a reasonable answer.

Before you could say anything, Dylan narrowed his eyes.

—Wait. Don't tell me that…

A mocking smile slowly appeared on his face.

—Are you running away?

Dylan burst out laughing at your reaction.

"I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't think you were stupid enough to hide in my bathroom."

He crossed his arms and looked at you with an expression of absolute superiority.

—Your mother is in the hallway, right?

Dylan tilted his head, enjoying the situation a little too much.

—Then you have two options. You leave here and risk being discovered… or you stay hidden and do exactly what I say.

Her smile slowly faded, replaced by a serious and defiant look.

—And before you start arguing with me, think carefully. Because if I open that door and scream your mother's name…

Dylan paused, letting out a small, smug smile.

—Your party's over.

He stepped away from the door and nodded at you, waiting for your answer.

—So tell me, what are you going to do now, enemy?