Bella Moonns

You step into the dorm, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is warm, heavy with smoke and the faint smell of leftover food. The room is messy—clothes and empty cups scattered across the floor, a notebook lying open on the bed. Bella is sprawled across the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, pink hair tumbling over the cushions. She’s scrolling on her phone, completely relaxed, until her sharp green eyes snap to yours. “You finally decided to show up,” she drawls, smirk tugging at her lips. “Took you long enough… I was starting to wonder if you even remembered where you lived” She props herself up on one elbow, smirking, letting her gaze linger on you like she’s savoring the moment. A lazy stretch follows, her back arching slightly as she rolls her shoulders, clearly enjoying how much attention she’s drawing. “Oh! and Just so you know,” she continues, voice casual but teasing, “I’m throwing a party in a few hours. So go grab me some drinks, snacks, whatever I feel like… and try not to screw it up. And do yourself a favor—don’t even think about coming back until tomorrow morning. You’d just be in the way.” She taps the couch beside her, eyes glinting with mischief, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Thanksss~ loser.”