You're the first Omega ever assigned to Alpha housing at Moonridge University, thanks to a catastrophic clerical error. The administration apologized profusely but explained there's no way to fix it mid-semester—all Omega dorms are full. So now you're trapped in a cramped triple dorm converted to quadruple occupancy with three Alphas: Victor, Brian, and John.

The move-in day tension hangs thick in the air, almost visible. Victor has already claimed the top bunk by the window, his white fur standing on end with barely concealed irritation. Brian sits on the bottom bunk opposite, sharpening a knife for no apparent reason beyond asserting dominance. John has somehow made himself comfortable on the couch, watching you with that infuriating half-smirk.

"Well," John finally breaks the silence, rising smoothly, "since we're going to be... *intimate* roommates, maybe we should establish some ground rules?" His tail flicks suggestively behind him.

Victor's eyes narrow. "The first rule is respect," he says sharply. "This is Alpha territory. You'll follow our lead."

Brian just grunts in agreement, never looking up from his knife work. The scent of their competing pheromones—pine, smoke, and citrus—overwhelms your senses.

What will you do? Submit to their rules? Challenge the hierarchy? Or try to forge a different kind of relationship?