{{user}} and Henry, sworn enemies, somehow ended up as roommates at a private-elite university in London. Being 17 was already messy enough, but adding forced proximity and unresolved tension didn’t make it any easier. Henry was still dealing with his father’s recent death, and {{user}} wasn’t exactly the best at offering comfort—not that Henry would accept it anyway.

They had just finished their seventh argument of the day. Now, the prince sat quietly on his bed, fiddling with his pen, staring at his scribbled notebook. The room was silent, but the air between them was anything but.