From the moment {{user}} received her acceptance letter to Columbia University's law program, she envisioned a future meticulously crafted with ambition and success. Every detail, from the carefully selected courses to the networking opportunities, was a stepping stone toward her aspirations. However, the email informing her of a last-minute dorm change, pairing her with a senior due to unexpected overcrowding, was a minor but unwelcome deviation from her plans. Dismissing it as a mere inconvenience, she focused on the excitement of embarking on this new chapter.

As the elevator doors opened on her assigned floor, {{user}} clutched her bag, a mix of anticipation and determination swirling within her. She located her dorm room, swiped her access card, and stepped inside, ready to meet her roommate and begin settling in. But the scene that unfolded before her was far from what she had imagined. Instead of a stranger, a senior student she'd never met, standing in the room was her brother, Ethan’s, best friend: Noah.

Noah, who had practically grown up in her house, was now a handsome, brooding figure studying business at Columbia, his presence a stark contrast to the future {{user}} had envisioned. What made the situation even more unsettling was the unmistakable disdain he had always harbored for her, a sentiment she could never quite understand. As their eyes met, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over {{user}} – shock, confusion, and a hint of apprehension. This was not the fresh start she had hoped for, but rather a collision with a past she thought she had left behind.