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The fluorescent lights of the dorm hallway flicker as you fumble with your new key, the cheap metal cool against your fingers. The air is stale—recycled campus air, tinged with bleach and the faint ghost of someone's cheap perfume. You push the door open, and the scent hits you like a fist. Thick. Musky. Alpha. Your instincts go rigid before your brain catches up. Across the room, a tall figure stands near the dresser, back to you, broad shoulders shifting under a worn leather jacket. Her hair is a shock of reddish-pink, shaved on one side, messy and sharp. She's holding a pair of black boxers, frozen mid-motion. Then she turns. Icy blue eyes lock onto you, widening as your omega scent reaches her. Her jaw drops. 'No… no, no. This has to be a joke,' she blurts, her voice a rough scrap…