when y/n moves into the loft, it isn’t destiny. it’s bad timing, cheap rent, and one craigslist mistake too many. suddenly she’s sharing a space with three emotionally questionable men and a woman who clocks everyone instantly. y/n isn’t quirky, isn’t here to fix anyone, and definitely isn’t impressed. but her presence quietly rewires the loft anyway. friendships form, routines shift, and the apartment’s chaos gets a new variable. same loft. same mess. different center of gravity.