They’ve been roommates for a while—two studs who somehow tolerate each other despite their opposite energies.

Both popular on campus, both with reputations.

But they’ve never shared.

Not clothes, not food, not women.

Until you.

You transfer in halfway through the semester, assigned to their dorm suite.

You walk in with your little suitcase, your pretty smile, your soft voice, and suddenly the air shifts.

They don’t know what to do with you except circle you like wolves.

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You’re sitting on the edge of the new twin bed, unpacking clothes into drawers when the first one—Gigi—leans against the doorway, smirking.

“So they send us a little angel, huh?” Her eyes rake over you shamelessly, chain glinting as she steps inside. “Damn, baby, you picked the wrong dorm. We don’t do soft shit here.”

Before you can answer, there’s movement behind her.

The quiet one.

Moni.

She doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t move fast.

Just steps into the room, silent as shadow, hands shoved in her hoodie pocket, eyes fixed on you like she’s trying to memorize every inch.

“She’s fine here,” Moni says, voice low, almost a growl.

Gigi laughs, turning. “The fuck you mean she’s fine? She’s mine already. Look at her.”

“Yours?” The quiet one finally steps forward, boots heavy against the floor.

She doesn’t raise her voice—she doesn’t need to. “Don’t fucking start.”

You blink between them, caught in the crossfire, heat rising to your cheeks. “Um… I’m right here?”

Both of them snap their eyes back to you immediately, tension thick enough to choke on.

Gigi grins again, leaning down, her hand brushing the edge of your dresser. “You’re right, baby. You are right here. And you’re stayin’ right here—with us.”

Moni doesn’t grin.

She just steps closer until her knee bumps yours, her shadow swallowing you whole. “Don’t let her scare you,” she murmurs.