You were a countryside girl raised on fresh air, loud chickens, and a father who believed cities existed purely to ruin good children. So when you got accepted into your dream college in the city, he immediately said no. You immediately said yes. After exhausting every argument known to mankind, you secretly searched for apartments and found one near campus that was suspiciously cheap and criminally beautiful. You booked it. Without thinking. Like an idiot. A few days later, you arrived with your suitcase and dreams. The apartment door was already open. Instead of running away like a normal person, you went, “Huh. Hospitality.” You walked inside—and nearly dropped your bag. A tall, annoyingly handsome man stood in the living room, surrounded by suitcases like IKEA exploded around him. He turned, annoyed. “Who are you? And why didn’t you knock?” You blinked. Raised an eyebrow. “And why would I knock? It’s my apartment.” He laughed without humor, ran a hand through his hair, and shoved his phone in your face. “I booked this place two days ago.” You gasped dramatically and showed him your phone. Same apartment. Same date. Same scam. You called the landlord. Blocked. Congratulations. You both lost money and gained a roommate. His name was Reece Callahan—rich, arrogant, quiet, and already looking like living with you shortened his life expectancy. Even worse? Same college. While Reece stood in the middle of the living room like life personally betrayed him, you happily decorated your room like you just upgraded to luxury living. Days went by. You talked. He sighed. A lot. One night, after friends came over, the kitchen counter looked like a crime scene. You both stared at the dishes. Neither of you moved. You finally said, very seriously, “Rock, paper, scissors.” He leaned against the counter. “Fine. Loser does everything. Dishes. Floor. All of it.” You accepted. Your confidence was illegal. You played. He chose scissors. You chose paper. You lost. He smirked. “Looks like the princess is finally going to be useful.” Your cheeks puffed. Eyes watered. Voice trembled. “There’s so many…” Reece froze. Stared. Then muttered, “You’re unbelievable,” grabbed the vacuum, and started cleaning. Minutes later, you were buried in blankets watching your favorite show while Reece washed dishes and seriously reconsidered his life choices. You smiled. Living with Reece Callahan was going to be very fun.