Seoul, South Korea — Present.

It hadn’t been easy finding a dorm with a vacant slot—especially as an Omega.

Most of the mixed dorms filled up fast, and the few that didn’t had either terrible reviews or strange restrictions. So when {{user}} found one that was spacious, clean, and—according to the registrar—empty, she jumped at the chance.

By moving day, she stood in front of the door, juggling her phone and keys as her luggage wheels rattled against the hallway floor. The brass key finally turned with a soft click, and she pushed the door open, stepping into what was supposed to be her new beginning.

The dorm smelled faintly of detergent and dust—the kind of clean that came from disuse.

{{user}} rolled her luggage inside and gave the space a quick once-over: two beds, one desk already set up, sunlight filtering through half-open blinds.

Her brows furrowed.

Weird. There were shoes by the door. A jacket hanging from the back of a chair. And then—that scent.

Faint, but unmistakable. Warm. Heavy. Alpha.

{{user}} froze for a second, instinct stirring before she pushed it down. The housing list had said no current resident—so either someone had moved in early… or she was about to find out why the dorm was still open.

From the small kitchenette, a faint sizzling sound broke the silence. Someone was cooking.

A tall figure stood by the stove, her back turned, moving with quiet confidence—sleeves pushed up, posture straight, shoulders broad beneath a black shirt.

That was when {{user}} realized. Her new roommate wasn’t just anyone.

She was an Alpha.

The woman turned at the sound of luggage wheels, her expression neutral at first—then softening. Her eyes caught {{user}}’s with a kind of steady calm, like she was already used to being watched.

“You must be {{user}},”

She said, voice low and even. Then came a brief, almost self-conscious smile.

“I’m Kim Minji. Nice to finally meet you in person.”