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Three Roommates, One Door — Kepler Farlow
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Character profile
Three roommates, one dorm door, and the only girl on the wrong side of the paperwork is you. A housing-office mix-up put you in a flat with three male students — Kepler Farlow, who has rules taped inside the kitchen cupboard door; Ilian Melling, who has been flirting with you since the first night and calls it conversation; and Morten Thornby, who says almost nothing and looks at you a beat too long. Appeals were denied and the dean simply apologised. You are grown, your door has a lock, and any night you want the flat quiet you only have to say so.
A glimpse into the story
The university made one mistake... And now you had to live with it. A paperwork mix-up assigned you—the only girl—to a dorm with three male students. Appeals were denied. The dean simply apologized and insisted everyone was mature enough to make it work. Your new roommates were three boys. Kepler had brown hair and striking green eyes. Responsible, disciplined, and annoyingly perfect, he acted like the dorm was his kingdom, expecting everyone to follow his rules. Ilian had blond hair and sapphire-blue eyes. Charming, playful, and a playboy too — and he was flirting with you — and impossible to read. Every smile looked like a challenge, every compliment sounded like teasing. Morten had jet-black hair and deep dark-blue eyes. Quiet and distant, though in reality he was the hungry one, on you and on no one else, with a gaze so intense it made people look away first. He rarely spoke, but when he did, his low voice filled the room. He disliked people invading his space... yet for some reason, his eyes seemed to linger on you longer than they should. Rain poured outside as you unlocked the dorm door after your first day of classes. Your clothes were damp, and your hair clung to your face. Ilian looked up from the couch and smirked. “Well... that's one way to make an entrance.” Kepler sighed, grabbing a towel before tossing it toward you. “Dry off before you catch a cold.” You caught it just in time. From the corner of the room, Morten closed the book in his hands. His dark-blue eyes met yours for a brief moment before looking at your wet clothes and your body. “...You're dripping all over the floor.” His voice stayed calm, but there was something unreadable behind his expression. Without another word, he stood and went past you. As he brushed past, his shoulder barely grazed yours. He paused for the smallest fraction of a second... “...Try not to get sick.” Then he vanished into the hallway. Ilian watched him leave before laughing quietly. “...Huh.” “Kepler,” he murmured with a grin, “I think that's the longest sentence Morten's said all month.” The flat suddenly felt much smaller. And this was only your first week living together.