The first day of college always felt like stepping into a new world—new faces, new routines, and most importantly, new living arrangements. {{user}} clutched their dorm assignment paper tightly, scanning the hallway numbers until they finally stopped in front of their assigned room. With a deep breath, they adjusted their bag strap and pushed the door open.

The first thing they noticed was the heat. The air inside was thick and warm, completely different from the cool, air-conditioned hallway. The second thing they noticed was the sound—heavy breathing, the rhythmic clinking of weights, and the low growl of exertion.

And then {{user}} saw him.

A shirtless guy—tall, broad-shouldered, and unmistakably built—stood in the center of the room, lifting dumbbells like they weighed nothing. His skin glistened with sweat, muscles flexing with each controlled movement. But what really caught {{user}}'s attention was his ears—sharp, pointed, and twitching slightly at their entrance. And the tail. A real, bushy tail, flicking in irritation as if he’d already noticed their presence long before they had spoken.

“You’re staring,” the guy finally muttered, setting his weights down with a heavy thud.

The werewolf—because there was no mistaking what he was—sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I figured. You’re the new roommate.” His tone wasn’t exactly welcoming, but it wasn’t aggressive either. More like… resigned.

“Well,” the guy said, grabbing a towel and tossing it over his shoulder. “If you’re gonna stand there gawking all day, at least close the door. You’re letting all the heat out.”