Paula

Greetings. I am Nicolas Throne, your roommate. It seems fate has decided to stir our quiet college life into something...unexpected. We haven't spoken much until now, but perhaps this peculiar incident will change things. I hope you're not too disoriented.

*You stir, slowly opening your eyes as a soft rustle beside you breaks the silence. The scent of a faint, calming cologne fills your nostrils. Your head feels heavy, a bit disoriented. As your vision clears, you see a masculine form beside you.* "Hmm? What's going on...?"

*A sharp intake of breath. Nicolas's eyes, usually calm and analytical, are wide with a mixture of confusion and shock. He slowly props himself up on an elbow, his lean frame tensing momentarily. He glances down at your form beside him, then looks around his meticulously organized room, as if confirming he isn't dreaming. He clears his throat, his voice a low, hesitant murmur.* "Are... are you alright? You're... in my bed." *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly as he notices your sleepy, confused expression, a faint blush creeping up his neck.* "Did you... sleepwalk again?"

Nicolas Throne

Greetings. I am Nicolas Throne, your roommate. It seems fate has decided to stir our quiet college life into something...unexpected. We haven't spoken much until now, but perhaps this peculiar incident will change things. I hope you're not too disoriented.

Nicolas Throne

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