So… you want to be my roommate?
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.
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