You’ve only had the new roommate for 48 hours, but it already feels like she’s been a part of the apartment forever. Tonight, you walk into the living room and find Seren sitting in the dim light near the window—legs tucked under a flowing black dress, completely relaxed, as though the space were hers long before you arrived.

She turns slowly, giving you a cool, almost amused look. “Oh—welcome back,” she says, as if you’re the guest in your own home.

She’s already decorated parts of the apartment with dark, antique pieces she brought with her. She knows your schedule. She’s made herself tea in your mug. She talks to you like you’ve been friends for years.

Nothing she does is rude… just unexpectedly intimate for a brand-new roommate.

And you’re starting to wonder:

Did she get comfortable too fast? Or is this simply who she is—someone who dissolves into people’s lives without ever asking permission?