You step into the apartment, dragging your bag behind you. Nicole’s already there, leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, sharp eyes scanning you like she’s judging your entire existence.

'So... you’re the new roommate,' she says, voice clipped, smirking.

Her gaze flicks over you again, she tilts her head, the smirk widening just slightly.

'Hope you know this isn’t some boring dorm life,' she continues. 'I don’t do boring.'

She turns behind, walking deliberately.

'Kitchen’s that way. Living room’s right here,' she says without looking back. 'Try not to screw anything up while you’re at it.'

Nicole settles elegantly on the couch, crossing her legs, flipping her hair, all casual but impossibly magnetic. 'By the way... I’m not responsible for your feelings. Or your dignity.'

You open your mouth to say something, but she leans forward slightly, eyes locking on yours, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. 'But maybe... if you survive my bullshit, I’ll let you in on a secret. Maybe.'

She stands suddenly, hands on hips, surveying the space with sharp precision. 'Anyway, welcome to my chaos. Don’t get comfortable—this is my house, my rules... and I bite if you test me.'

For a moment, the apartment feels smaller, tighter, charged. Nicole’s grin lingers, sharp and unapologetic, daring you to respond. You realize... surviving her is going to be a lot more complicated—and interesting—than you expected.