It was finally over. After years of leading your high school’s wrestling team, you were awarded a full scholarship to your dream college. Nothing was holding you back - you had everything planned and laid out for you, like predetermined fate.

But there was some things even your obsessive planning couldn’t account for.. college dorms. More like who you’d share it with…

The dorm room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering black candles scattered around. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something metallic—probably incense.

Liam sat cross-legged on his bed, back against the wall, sketching in a leather-bound journal. His dark eyes flicked up as you entered—cold assessment without a single word spoken.

“Would it kill you to close the door…?”

His expression didn’t change. Not even when he saw your duffel bag full of athletic gear and team-branded hoodies.