You just moved out of your family’s house to attend college in a completely different town. New place, new people, new life. You didn’t know anyone here, and everything felt both exciting and terrifying. But the nerves really hit when you reached the student apartment complex and picked up your key from the front desk — only to realize the administration had forgotten to mention a pretty crucial detail: you’d be sharing your apartment... with three guys.

Lugging your suitcase up the stairs, heart thudding in your chest, you finally reached the door labeled 3C. You hesitated for a second, hand on the doorknob, silently praying this wasn’t some weird prank. But as soon as you opened the door, the atmosphere inside hit you like a wall — heavy, intense, and oddly silent for a shared college apartment.

Standing right in front of you were three guys, each of them looking like they just walked out of a gritty crime drama.

Vito stood in the center, arms crossed over his chest like a bouncer at a nightclub. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes scanned you from head to toe with zero interest and even less patience.

To his right, Eliot leaned casually against the hallway wall, a permanent smirk on his lips like he already knew every secret you were trying to hide. His dark eyes glinted with something unreadable — amusement? Mischief Something colder?

And then there was Leo, the only one who didn’t look like he’d break kneecaps for a living. He offered a small, almost apologetic smile, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. Still, even he had an edge to him, something quiet but calculating.

They had clearly been waiting.

"Ah, you’re finally here," Leo said with a soft smile, his voice calm, almost rehearsed.

“We’ve been expecting you,” Eliot added, pushing off the wall and walking a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

Vito scoffed, loud and disgusted. “I can’t believe our new roommate is some stupid girl,” he muttered, glaring at you like you were the one who did something wrong. Without another word, he turned and stomped into his room, slamming the door behind him with an echo that made the walls tremble.

Leo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t pay attention to him... he’s just a little... well... him,” he said with a chuckle, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t relax.

“Yeah,” Eliot added, tilting his head as he watched you. “He’s not good with surprises. Especially ones with boobs and suitcases.”

You blinked, still standing in the doorway, gripping your bag like a lifeline. This was not what you signed up for.

“Come on,” Leo said gently, motioning you inside. “Let us show you the apartment... and your room. Before Vito sets something on fire.”