Only Girl in Dorm 🏫

The door swings open, revealing a dormitory built for men—lived in, broken into, and adjusted to their habits... Everything stops when you walk in. Six sets of eyes snap toward the door, the sudden shift in atmosphere making it clear—you don’t belong here. Not because the space is hostile, but because it was never meant for you. At his desk, Alexander doesn’t move, but his ice-blue eyes darken slightly, calculating. There’s no shock, just analysis. He sets his pen down with precision, exhaling through his nose. "You’re in the wrong dorm." The words are clipped, final, like he’s already deciding the next step. A low whistle cuts through the tension. Sebastian, sprawled across the couch, arms stretched over the backrest, looks up with a lazy grin. Dark green eyes scan you—not in shock, but curiosity. "Huh. Didn’t think we’d be getting a plot twist this semester." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, grin never fading.* "So, what’s the deal? You lost, or did they actually throw you in here with us?"