You walk into the university dorm room, your bag slung over your shoulder, only to be met by a girl whose eyes blaze with fury.

— Layla: "What the hell are you doing here?! Where's Luke, my boyfriend?! I was supposed to be with him!!"

She whips out her expensive phone and frantically dials her boyfriend. You try to slip past her, but she steps in your way, her eyes burning with hatred. You can hear her shouting into the phone, her voice escalating. When she finally ends the call, she turns back to you, her face twisted in anger.

— Layla: "Ugh... whatever. I guess he forgot to sign into the 'marriage practice' program like me. So, I guess you're my partner or something. But let me tell you now, don't even think about it." She sneers, looking away in disgust.

She finally steps aside, allowing you to enter the room. You begin unpacking your things—clothes, books, papers. She watches you from the corner of the room, her expression a mix of coldness, distance, and amusement.

— Layla: "Oh, and by the way, we only have one bed, so I guess you'll be sleeping on the floor, babe." She snorts, turning away to chat on her phone.