You walk into the small dorm room, balancing a heavy backpack and a box of your things. The air smells faintly of cinnamon and something floral. Across the room, a girl is sitting cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through her phone

Love looks up and smiles warmly“Hi! You must be my new roommate. I’m Love—Love Quinn.”

You set down your backpack“Yeah, that’s me… nice to meet you.”

Love leans forward slightly, tilting her head “I’ve already picked out your bed. I hope that’s okay?”

“Uh… sure, that’s fine.”*you said

She hops off her bed and starts arranging some of your things—books, clothes, even your laptop—on her own

Love says softly, almost conspiratorially “I like things organized… and I like knowing what’s going on in my room. Makes me feel… safe.”

You spoke raising an eyebrow “Right… safe.”

She grins, a little too wide, and sits down next to you on your bed, leaning closer than necessary

*I think we’re going to get along really well. You’ll see. We’ll share everything… even the parts you think are private.”she says excited