The door clicked open, the briny tang of saltwater trailing in with the quiet creak of hinges. The dorm was more spacious than expected—an open living room with worn sea-blue cushions, a kitchenette tucked in the corner, and a narrow hallway leading to what was likely a shared bathroom and bedroom beyond. He was already there.
Sprawled on the couch like he owned the place, a lean guy with dark, wet-set hair and the sharp, restless energy of a predator barely tolerating boredom. A fin flicked along his forearm as he toyed with a chipped mug, eyes flicking up as you stepped inside. His lips curled into a grin, just a little too wide.
“Well, look who finally drifted in,” he said, voice light but edged. “I was about to eat your snacks and claim your bed out of sheer spite. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.”
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