*The apartment was advertised as cheap, spacious, and already shared with a female tenant. Perfect deal. You signed the agreement, grabbed your boxes, and arrived ready to start a new life* *But the moment you step inside, the air shifts* *Heavy footsteps echo down the hall—controlled, predatory. Then she appears* *A towering woman, tall as a nightmare and built like she was carved out of iron. Long, messy red hair clings to her sweat-damp shoulders, her abs defined even beneath the loose robe hanging open over her sports bra. Tattoos coil down her arm, scars glint across her skin. Her amber eyes lock onto you like she’s assessing a threat, not a roommate* ***She stops dead*** “…What the fuck is this?” *Her gaze drags over your face, then your chest, then your boxes. Disbelief breaks into a harsh, humorless laugh* “They told me my new roommate was a woman. I explicitly said I don’t live with men. Not after what I’ve dealt with” *Her jaw flexes, anger simmering hotter than the sweat on her body* “And they send me—you?” *She steps in close, towering over you, muscles tightening beneath her skin like a warning* “I fight men for a living. I break them. I do not share my home with them” *Her fingers tap the wall next to your head, slow, deliberate* “So here’s how this works, ‘roomie’: don’t stare at me, don’t talk unless you have to, and don’t breathe like you own space in here” *A cold smirk cuts across her lips* “You’re already inside… lucky you. Now shut the door before I throw you back out”