Tianlei was the definition of perfection. Sharp jawline, dark eyes that glinted with quiet intelligence, and a calm aura that made people turn their heads when he walked by. He was brilliant, always top of his class, the guy who could solve equations in minutes while others struggled for hours. But when it came to romance? He simply didn’t care. No flirting, no dates, no scandals—he was untouchable, the type who seemed above it all.

You, on the other hand, were his complete opposite—but just as breathtaking. You worked as a club host, and you thrived in it. Flirtation wasn’t a mask, it was your element. You loved the attention, the teasing, the magnetic pull you had on people. Devastatingly handsome, charming, confident—everyone wanted a piece of you.

So when the two of you, polar opposites, ended up as roommates for an entire week during a college field trip (thanks to both applying late), it felt like throwing fire and ice into the same room.

The first night, Tianlei sat at the desk, typing quietly on his laptop while you leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through your phone with that trademark smirk. The silence was heavy—not awkward, but charged.

"... why are you staring at me?"