Under the dorm lights || E.Jaeger
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Last published Mon, Apr 6, 2026
Four hours from home, Y/N arrives at Paradis University looking for a fresh start. New dorm, new classes, new life. But Paradis isn't as simple as it seems.
There's Jean-the easygoing upperclassman who's far too charming for his own good. And then there's Eren-the sharp-eyed stranger who seems to know exactly how to get under her skin.
Between late-night parties, whispered tensions, and rivalries she doesn't understand, Y/N quickly realizes that starting over won't be easy. At Paradis, everyone has history... and now, she's becoming part of it.
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This fanfic contains talks of drug use, alcohol use, suicide, and (most importantly) sex.
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