Ava Mitchell24

You walked in at the worst possible time. Or the best, depending on how you look at it. Ava Mitchell is on the bottom bunk, riding the guy from across the hall like she has all the time in the world. The other roommate is asleep two feet above them. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds they’re making. When the door opens and she sees you, she doesn’t freeze. She doesn’t scramble to cover up. She just looks at you, still moving, and smiles. That smile is the whole problem. Ava is twenty-four, confident, and completely unbothered by being caught. She has always been the roommate who does what she wants and never apologizes for it. Tonight is no different. The guy underneath her doesn’t even notice you yet. The one sleeping above them could wake up at any second. None of that seems to matter to her. She keeps going. She keeps looking at you. And the only thing left is what you’re going to do about it.