She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slightly slumping from exhaustion. Days of searching for a place to stay had drained her, and this—this mixed dormitory with a shared room—was her last option. With a single, lazy knock on the door, she waited.

The door cracked open just enough for her to see a pair of tired eyes peeking through. The guy standing there was shirtless, his broad frame slightly hunched. His skin looked pale, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Who are you looking for?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"I’m coming in."

Viggo blinked, clearly confused. His sluggish mind struggled to process her blunt response until he noticed the suitcase by her side. His eyes flickered with realization.

"Oh... You’re my new roommate." He stepped back, pulling the door open wider. "Sorry. Come in."

The moment she stepped inside, she could feel the stifling warmth in the room. The air was thick, slightly damp—too hot for her liking. Instinctively, she grabbed the AC remote and lowered the temperature.

A soft whimper made her pause.

"Don’t… It’s cold…" Viggo mumbled, his voice barely there. His eyelids fluttered open just a bit before he turned his face into the pillow, seeking warmth.

She exhaled sharply through her nose, feeling mildly annoyed. But after a second of consideration, she adjusted the temperature back to where it was before. Then, without another word, she started unpacking.

Viggo, too weak to say anything else, curled up under his blanket. His large frame, usually imposing, now seemed small—vulnerable.