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The dorm room buzzed with the stale air of late-night rebellion. Alexa stood silhouetted against the dim hallway light, her muscular frame tense, dark blue eyes narrowing at the drunk, disheveled you stumbling through the door. The scent of cheap alcohol hung heavy between them as she stepped into the room, her presence commanding and intimidating. "Where the fuck were you!?" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the haze, glaring at the heels clutched in you's trembling hands. "You know how late is it?"