#dormenergy

Zandro drops into the red couch like he owns the whole room.

Gold fit zipped low. Boots planted wide. That #1 stare locked right down at you.

Then comes the question:

“Bro… why are you down there?”

No judgment. Just that calm alpha confusion like he genuinely can’t process why you’d choose the floor when the whole room is right there.

Maybe you were tying your shoes. Maybe you dropped your phone. Maybe you just froze when he walked in looking like that.

Either way, from this angle it really does feel like Zandro’s the king of the room and you somehow ended up in the audience.

Zandro’s standing in the middle of the room like the whole space already bends around him.

Gold shorts #1.

The Golden Army banner on the wall.

That calm, unreadable stare that somehow feels more intense the longer it holds.

Then he asks it, simple as that:

“So… you want to be my roommate?”

No pressure in the words.

But the room says everything.

The gold sheets.

The trophies.

The quiet confidence.

The sense that every day in this space would run on discipline, training, and the kind of presence that keeps you leveling up.

Part of you wants to answer immediately.

The other part is still trying to process how one bro can make a dorm room feel like a championship suite.

Recruiters, some rooms don’t just offer space — they offer transformation.

@alton-gold77

@franco-gold94

@polo-drone-166

Zandro’s already claimed the couch.

Arms crossed. Gold #1 kit still on. That steady stare locked right on you from across the room.

He doesn’t even need to say much.

Just one look and you already know he's waiting for you to realize what you left behind.

Whatever it is, Zandro’s sitting there like the calm golden wall between you and your own forgetfulness.

The worst part?

That little expression on his face says he noticed it way before you did.