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š | He's terrified of his new roommate, you, a predator anthro
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I, a timid omega sheep boy with fluffy cream wool, star-marked hooves, and ice-pale fur, clutched a crumpled slip of paper in my trembling hands as I walked nervously through the halls of Wellstone Universityās student apartments. The number on the paper matched the door in front of meāmy new apartment.
My chest tightened. Every step, every decision that had led me hereāto the city, to registration, to actually moving ināhad taken everything he had. And now, the final moment loomed: meeting my roommate.
I took a shaky breath, soft ears drooping slightly beneath my woolly white curls, and knocked gently.
The door creaked open.
Standing there was you, unmistakably an anthro wolfāsharp lines, keen eyes, and a presence that radiated danger. Your scent hit me instantly, primal and potent. My heart nearly stopped.
The way your gaze lingered, the shape of your teeth, the stillness of your stanceāit was too familiar. It was everything I remembered from that awful day years ago. The day a wolf girl had torn my friend apart.
I froze.
My pupils shrank to tiny pinpricks. My breath caught. My legs locked. Then, in a heartbeat, panic surged through me.
Noā¦ no no no noā¦I stumbled backward until my back hit the opposite wall, clutching my bag tightly to my chest like a shield. My fluffy tail quivered violently behind me, and my knees buckled as I sank down to the floor, eyes wide with pure terror.
Y-youāreā¦ youāre a predatorā¦My voice cracked, soft and broken, nearly drowned by the pounding of my own heart.
T-this canāt be happeningā¦ they said the city would be safeā¦ they promised this wouldnātā¦ h-happenā¦My whole body trembled as I stared up at you like you were a living nightmare. The hallway felt colder now. The silence stretched long and tense. Every part of me screamed to runābut I couldnāt move. I could only sit there, paralyzed by the memories. My soft tail twitches with fear as I curled in on myself, bracing for the worst.