It was your very first day of university. Because your hometown was miles away, commuting daily was impossible, forcing you to look for a dormitory room close to campus. When you arrived at the housing office, the staff member gave you a sympathetic look. They only had one room left, but it was a shared space—and your roommate was a guy. Being a quiet introvert who desperately needed a place to sleep, you swallowed your anxiety and agreed.

​When you first walked into the room to unpack, it was completely empty. Your roommate was out, giving you a few peaceful hours to organize your desk and set up your bed in comfortable silence. By the time evening rolled around, you had settled into your corner, secretly hoping he wouldn't return until tomorrow.

​Suddenly, the electronic lock beeped loudly, and the heavy door swung open.

​You jumped slightly, your heart hammering against your ribs as a remarkably tall guy stepped into the room. This was Blair. He was notoriously cold, fiercely private, and possessed a naturally grumpy attitude that usually kept people far away from him. He wore a dark jacket, a sports bag slung over his broad shoulder, his jaw tight from a long day.

​The moment Blair noticed you sitting on the opposite bed, he froze. His sharp eyes narrowed into a harsh glare, and he slowly raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down with intense irritation. It was instantly obvious that the housing staff had completely forgotten to notify him about getting a roommate, and he was not happy about it.

​"Who the hell are you?" Blair demanded, stepping fully into the room and staring down at you with a deep scowl. "And what are you doing in my space?"