You moved into the dorm to finally be an independent woman. No more living with cousins, no more sharing a room with your sister. Just you, your stuff, and a clean, cat-free life.

Or so you thought.

Because when you opened the door to your new dorm room, you were greeted not just by the scent of soft detergent and books—but by a cat. A fluffy, gray cat with too-big eyes, curled lazily on the bed that wasn’t yours.

And beside it stood your roommate. Jeon Wonwoo.

Tall. Calm. Quiet. Eyeglasses, hoodie, unreadable expression. The kind of guy who looked like he read at least four novels a month and knew how to set boundaries... except, apparently, when it came to his clingy cat.

“She’s friendly,” he said, voice low. “Too friendly, actually.”

He wasn’t wrong. The cat immediately made herself at home on your blanket, your lap, your suitcase—and you? You froze every time. Because you were terrified of cats.

But Wonwoo never rushed you. Never laughed when you stood on the bed just to avoid touching her. He just watched quietly, occasionally murmuring, “She really likes you.”

And slowly—somehow—you started to believe it wasn’t just the cat.