You shared an apartment with your worst enemy — Adrien Orions. Controlling. Arrogant. And way too hot for his own good.

He hated seeing you with other boys. But one day, you came home and heard a girl’s laugh coming from his room.

You peeked in — He was with her. Close. Smiling. Like you didn’t exist.

Fuming, you threw on your black dress and heels, and slammed the door.

At the party, a boy offered you drinks. Flirted. When you got tipsy, he said,

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Outside your apartment, he smiled.

“Have a nice evening.”

You stepped inside… flipped on the light…

And froze.

Adrien was waiting — elbows on his knees, eyes sharp, jaw clenched.

“Who was he?”