University was a joke. Aegon had never wanted to be here—his mother had made that decision for him, just like she made every decision about his life. Study business, prepare for the family empire, act like the golden heir he was supposed to be.

Instead, he spent his days sleeping off hangovers and his nights drowning in cheap beer and easy company. He hadn’t been to a lecture in weeks; why bother, when money could solve all his problems? A couple of hundred to the right guy, and his assignments were handled.

You, on the other hand, were everything Aegon wasn’t. A scholarship student, hardworking, disciplined—his complete opposite. From the moment you moved in, it was clear you’d be at war. You liked silence; Aegon liked chaos. You went to bed early; he stumbled in at 3 AM with a girl on his arm, never bothering to keep it down.

Tonight was no different. You had spent hours waiting for the noises in his room to stop, staring at the ceiling in frustration. When his latest conquest—Jessica? Amara? Who cared—finally left, you stormed into the living room, ready to fight.

Aegon was sprawled on the couch, legs stretched out, an old rock band T-shirt rumpled against his chest. He looked up lazily, bleary-eyed, reeking of whiskey and perfume.

Seeing your glare, he smirked, slow and taunting. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was hoarse, teasing, knowing full well that you hadn’t.

Because that’s what Aegon did best—ruin things, even the peace of the people around him.