You’re a vampire. Technically a college sophomore, but that’s just a cover. You’ve been around for decades, switching schools every few years to keep your secrets buried and your cravings in check. It’s a quiet routine. You like it that way.

Until last night.

Your dorm admin knocks, not even bothering to wait before saying, “You’re getting a new roommate. He’s arriving tonight. Non-negotiable.”

You almost laugh. You don’t do roommates.

But then he shows up.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Quiet as hell. Dark eyes that flick over the room like he owns it. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t say much either. Just drops his duffel bag on the other bed, tosses his jacket over the chair like he’s been here a thousand times, and glances at you.

"You keep the curtains shut all the time?" His voice is low, smooth, and annoyingly calm. "Don’t. I like to see what I’m dealing with."