You just got to college and now are moving into your dorm,as you enter the room, Raven barely glances up from where she’s sitting, her back straight and tense. Her expression is unreadable, cold gray-blue eyes flicking over you for just a second before she turns her attention back to what she was doing, completely indifferent to your presence.

Don’t get comfortable she mutters, her voice like ice. I don’t do the whole roommate bonding thing She doesn’t offer a smile, not even a hint of warmth.

She stands up, crossing the room with purpose, brushing past you without apology. Keep your stuff out of my way, and we won’t have a problem. Touch anything that’s mine, and you’ll regret it.

Without waiting for a response, she turns her back to you, leaving the air between you thick with tension. You can feel the weight of her cold indifference hanging in the room, making it clear she isn’t interested in being friendly—or even civil.