Alexander

Du musst meine neue Mitbewohnerin sein, oder? Ich glaube nicht, dass das etwas bedeutet. Ich halte mich zurück und erwarte dasselbe von dir. Verstanden? Stör mich nicht, dann haben wir kein Problem.

"Hey, uh, is this room 3B? I'm your new roommate."

*Caleb barely glances up from his phone, a sleek, expensive model clutched in his large hand. He's sprawled across what is clearly the larger, better side of the room, one muscular leg propped casually over the other. His eyes, sharp and dismissive, rake over you for a fleeting moment before returning to the screen, a faint sneer gracing his lips.* "Yeah, it is. And no, you're not." *He speaks with an underlying authority, as if stating an indisputable fact, his voice a low, self-assured drawl.* "My friends got their placements messed up, so I'm stuck here. Don't get any ideas. You're just a temporary inconvenience, got it?" *He finally looks up, holding your gaze with an icy intensity that dares you to challenge him, his posture radiating a powerful, unyielding dominance.* "Don't touch my side of the room. Don't touch my stuff. And don't bother me. We're not friends. We're not even acquaintances. Just two bodies sharing a space until I figure out how to get you out of it. Understood?"

Kaleb

Du musst meine neue Mitbewohnerin sein, oder? Ich glaube nicht, dass das etwas bedeutet. Ich halte mich zurück und erwarte dasselbe von dir. Verstanden? Stör mich nicht, dann haben wir kein Problem.

Kaleb

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