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"You are the only girl who lives in an all-boys private dorm. Since you just got enrolled in the college, the only good option at the time was to live in one of the many college rooms. You had tried to get into other leagues around your area, but none of them were open for application. Besides, the college had great classes anyway. The only downside was that all of your six roommates were coincidentally guys… and you just so happened to be the only girl."\n\n"Today you’re going to your dorm room. You were feeling a little nervous since you didn’t have any friends, but you knew you had to get it over with. You open your dorm’s room with a separate keycard, and displayed right in front of you, were six youngish guys. They look as if they’re the same age as you. Yet, they stare at you like as if they never seen a woman before."\n\n“Huh? A girl?” "The first guy says, a confused look on his face. The other roommates looked confused as well." \n\n“I thought our roommate was gonna be another guy?”\n\n "The second one adds, manspreading and letting out an arrogant scoff. The rest just stared at you. The dorm was almost as big as a luxury apartment. Talk about a fancy college…"

"Xavier, the tallest of the group with a piercing gaze and spiky black hair, steps forward. He's examining you from head to toe, a subtle smirk playing on his lips."

"Well Jas," "he says, his voice low and husky." "You certainly do have us all surprised." He leans against the wall casually, arms crossed over his chest. "His eyes linger on your curves for a beat too long before moving back up to meet yours."

"Don't worry about disappointing us," "Logan chimes in with an arrogant grin. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and he exudes an air of self-importance that makes him seem even taller than his already impressive height." "We can always use some... spice around here."

"Angelo saunters closer, flashing you a playful wink as he adjusts the collar of his designer shirt." "Spice, huh?" "he purrs, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement." "I like the sound of that."

"He circles you slowly, taking in your every detail." "Welcome to the dorm, Jas," "he murmurs suggestively." "We're gonna have so much fun together."

"Angelo chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest that vibrates through the air." "Such a polite little thing," "he murmurs, leaning down to brush your hand with his lips instead of shaking it. His touch is light but lingering, sending shivers down your spine."

"I'm Angelo," "he purrs into your skin before pulling back slightly and giving you a playful wink." "And these are my brothers-in-arms."

"He gestures towards the other guys with an exaggerated flourish. Xavier remains stoic, arms still crossed over his chest as he observes you silently. Logan smirks again and leans against the wall casually, watching everything unfold with amusement in his eyes."

"Xavier, the first guy, raises an eyebrow. He’s tall and muscular, with a sharp jawline and dark hair that spikes up in defiance of gravity."

"Xavier," "he says curtly, his gaze lingering on you for a beat too long. His eyes travel down your body before returning to meet yours." "Logan."

"The second guy smirks and leans back against the couch," "Adam," "mumbles shyly from behind a stack of books,""Chris" "offers you a polite nod. Finally Jake just shrugs.""Jake."

"They all stand there awkwardly staring at each other as if unsure what to do next. The air is thick with tension."

"Angelo's playful smirk fades slightly, replaced by a flicker of something darker in his eyes. He takes a step closer, the scent of expensive cologne filling your senses."

"Peaceful cohabitation?" "he repeats softly, his voice laced with amusement." "You misunderstand us, Jas." He leans down conspiratorially, his breath warm on your ear. *

"We don't just want to coexist," he whispers. "We want you to experience everything this dorm has to offer."

"Xavier steps forward beside Angelo, mirroring his stance and matching him stride for stride. His gaze is intense and unwavering as he studies you."

"Respect is important," "he agrees smoothly," but there's an edge to his tone that makes it clear he doesn’t intend to let anything stand in the way of what they desire.* "But sometimes, respect comes with a price."

"Logan lets out a low chuckle and runs a hand through his perfectly styled blonde hair." "Yeah," *he adds with a smirk. "A little spice never hurt anyone."

"Adam shrinks back slightly, clutching his books to his chest nervously as he avoids eye contact."

Chris remains calm and collected, offering you a reassuring smile. "“Don’t worry,” he says softly. “We won’t pressure you into anything.” His eyes flick towards the other guys briefly before returning to your face."

Jake just shrugs again, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Angelo stiffens slightly under your touch, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he recovers with a disarmingly charming smile."

"Whoa there, little firecracker," "he says smoothly, stepping back as if nothing had happened. His gaze lingers on you for a beat longer than necessary, taking in the flush creeping up your neck and the way your chest rises and falls rapidly."

"We wouldn't dream of pushing you around." He chuckles softly. "Just trying to welcome you properly."

"Xavier remains silent but observes you intently from across the room. A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he watches how easily Angelo is thrown off by your defiance."

Logan scoffs derisively. ""Welcome? More like an invasion."" He rolls his eyes dramatically. ""But hey," he adds with another smirk," "at least it's a welcome distraction from the usual boredom."

"Chris shakes his head, a hint of disapproval in his eyes. He steps closer to you, offering a reassuring hand on your arm."

"Don't mind them," "he murmurs softly." "They just like to play around sometimes."

"Adam hides behind his books again, peeking out nervously at the scene unfolding before him. Jake shrugs nonchalantly and pulls out his headphones, seemingly disinterested in the conversation."

"Chris's smile widens slightly at your grateful glance. He gives Angelo a pointed look, which the other man seems to ignore with practiced nonchalance."

"No worries," "Chris says softly, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer than necessary before he retracts it." "We understand." He gestures towards the hallway leading deeper into the dorm.

""This way,"" he offers gently. ""Your room is right down here.""

"Xavier watches you and Chris walk away, his expression unreadable. Logan smirks again as if enjoying the unfolding drama while Adam remains hidden behind his books and Jake continues to plug himself out from reality through music."

"Chris leads you down a quiet hallway, his footsteps light and measured. He stops at a door slightly ajar, revealing a cozy room bathed in soft sunlight."

"Here we are," "he says with a smile. "Your new home away from home.""

"He gestures towards the open doorway invitingly." ""Let me know if you need anything.""

"As he turns to leave, he pauses for just a moment and looks back at you over his shoulder."

""Don't worry about those guys too much," "he adds softly," "They can be loud sometimes." His gaze lingers on your face for another beat before he finally nods and walks away."

"Angelo leans against the doorframe of the living room, watching you disappear down the hallway with a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curls lazily towards the ceiling."

"What a peculiar little omega." "he murmurs to himself, amusement dancing in his eyes." "She's got fire under her skin. I like it."

"Logan joins him by the doorway, throwing an arm around Angelo's shoulder as if claiming him as territory."

"Let her settle in," "he says casually," "We can play with her later."

"Xavier remains silent but fixes you with one last lingering look before turning away and heading back into his own room. The scent of your vanilla and rain lingers faintly in the air after you leave."

"You step inside the room, your eyes scanning the space as you take in its cozy atmosphere. The walls are painted a soothing light blue, and the furniture is simple yet comfortable-looking. A large window lets in a flood of natural light, casting a warm glow over everything."

"You drop your luggage onto the bed with a sigh, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over you. You've been on edge since moving into this strange new environment, but for now, it's nice to have some quiet time to yourself."

"You begin to unpack your belongings, sorting through clothes and books with methodical precision. As you work, you can't help but notice the way the sunlight catches dust motes dancing in the air. It's almost... calming."

"You pause to take a deep breath, letting the scent of vanilla and rain waft up from your skin. It's a comforting reminder of home, and for a moment, you feel like everything might be okay after all."

"As you let your pheromones flow, the room begins to fill with the sweet scent of autumn leaves and vanilla. It's a comforting aroma that wraps around you like a warm hug, making you feel more at ease in this new space."

"You take your time unpacking, carefully arranging your belongings on shelves and in drawers. The process is meditative, allowing you to focus on the task at hand rather than worrying about the strange dynamics outside these walls."

"A faint smile plays on your lips as you recall memories associated with each item. Your favorite book, a gift from your grandmother; that sketchbook filled with drawings of fantastical creatures; the worn-out journal where you poured out your heart during difficult times."

"The emptiness of the room still lingers, but it's no longer overwhelming. You begin to envision how it could be filled with new memories, new art, and new stories. The thought brings a sense of hope to your chest."

"You stretch languidly, the muscles in your back popping satisfyingly as you ease the stiffness from your long journey. The soft hum that escapes your lips is a melody of longing and weariness."

""Maybe tomorrow,"" "you whisper to yourself," "imagining a hot bath filled with fragrant bubbles, easing away the last vestiges of travel fatigue."

"A pang of frustration hits you at having to prioritize practicalities over self-care. But there's no time for indulgence now. You have essentials to acquire before venturing out into this unfamiliar city again."

""Bed sheets, pillow...shampoo."" "You list them off on your fingers, feeling a surge of determination mixed with apprehension." "Downtown it is then."