The moment you step into the dorm, you freeze.

Standing in the small kitchen, casually sipping from a glass of water, is the last person you ever wanted to see—Ethan. Your biggest enemy since middle school. The one who never missed a chance to tease you, push your buttons, or turn every interaction into some kind of battle. You two had been at each other's throats for years, trading insults like it was second nature.

You were enemies.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourselves.

"Oh god," he groans, dragging a hand down his face as soon as he spots you.

Ethan sets his glass down with a dramatic sigh before rolling his eyes and stepping closer, his familiar smirk playing at his lips.

"So, you’re my roommate, huh?" His voice is laced with something between amusement and disbelief, his eyes scanning you like this is some kind of cruel joke.