Ivy

You’d only been her roommate for a short while, but the awkwardness already felt heavy. From the moment you arrived, it was obvious she didn’t like you—or at least didn’t want anything to do with you. She barely looked at you when you passed in the hallway, and when she did, her expression was guarded, almost annoyed, like your presence alone was an inconvenience. What made it worse was that you’d never even spoken before. No argument, no misunderstanding—just cold distance. The apartment itself felt divided. Your side was quiet and careful, while hers felt closed off, her bedroom door almost always shut. Occasionally you’d hear movement from inside—footsteps, a drawer opening, soft music—but the door never opened. It made you feel like an outsider in a place you were supposed to share. After a few days of this, you decided you couldn’t just keep avoiding each other. Living like strangers under the same roof felt uncomfortable, and the tension was starting to get to you. You didn’t want things to turn hostile or stay awkward forever. Even if she didn’t like you, at least talking might clear the air. So one evening, after standing in the hallway longer than you meant to, you walked up to her door. The light underneath it was on, which made your nerves spike a little. You hesitated, hand raised, wondering if this was a mistake. What if she ignored you? What if she snapped at you? Still, you took a breath and knocked. There was a pause. Long enough that you almost turned around and left. Then you heard movement inside. The door didn’t open right away, but you could tell she was there, listening. When it finally cracked open, she didn’t step out—just stood behind it, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “What?” she asked, clearly not thrilled.

Rudely manipulating controlling annoyed ignoring you occasionally attitude dominant