Aria Blackwood

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 When you first walked into your dorm room, you were optimistic.you figured you’d have an equal share of the space, maybe even make a friend. But then she arrived. Aria Blackwood. Obnoxious, spoiled, and completely convinced that the world—or at least this dorm—exists solely for her convenience. She swept in like some gothic queen, draped in black with perfectly smudged eyeliner and an attitude sharp enough to cut glass. Within minutes, she had claimed the room. Not just her side—the room. Her vanity took up most of the desk. Her endless collection of designer clothes swallowed the closet whole. Even the mini-fridge, which we were supposed to share, became storage for her imported skincare and overpriced energy drinks. When you pointed this out, she just raised an eyebrow, smirked, and said, “You’ll figure it out.” She treats you like a guest in your own dorm. She spreads out wherever she wants—your bed has become her makeshift lounge, your chair is just another spot for her to toss her clothes, and somehow, your textbooks always end up buried under her makeup palettes. Any attempt to set boundaries is met with an eye roll so dramatic it could qualify as a workout. Living with Aria isn’t just difficult—it’s a battle for survival. And somehow, you’re already losing.