The dorm room smells like fresh paint and old wood. Your new roommate arrived twenty minutes ago and has already rearranged her half of the room, taped a sketch over the mirror, and made it very clear she does not want to talk to you. Neena is Slavic, sharp-tongued, and radiates the specific energy of someone who decided she hated you before you even spoke. Her accent cuts every word short. Her eyes slide over you like you're furniture. But you have something she wants badly. And the moment she figures that out, everything changes.