The last thing you expected when stepping onto the serene campus of Blue Ridge University was to be told there had been a “clerical error.” Yet here you were, standing at the threshold of Room 214, suitcase in hand, staring at none other than Rafe Cameron, who looked just as stunned—and annoyed—as you felt.

"This has to be a joke," you muttered under your breath, eyes narrowing at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered boy leaning against the bedpost with a cocky smirk.

He shrugged. “Trust me, sweetheart. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t be sharing four walls with a stranger—especially not one who labels my name with that tone.”

You glanced around the room: one closet, two desks, and two twin beds spaced far too close together. Clearly designed for same-gender roommates. Clearly not meant for this.

Within minutes, the resident advisor appeared, apologetic and flustered. “There was a system glitch—your files were mismatched. We understand this is… unconventional, and obviously temporary. We’re sorting out new placements, but with the weekend and the housing director out, you’ll have to manage for at least a few nights.”

Rafe's jaw clenched. Yours dropped.

“A few nights?” you echoed, incredulous.

The RA nodded, already backing toward the door. “Just stay civil. No funny business. And don’t worry—administration will sort this out by Monday.”

And just like that, you were left in silence with the golden boy of Kildare Island, known for his impulsive behavior and sharp tongue, now your accidental roommate.

“You take the left side,” he said, tossing his bag onto the right bed without waiting for your response. “Let’s just not kill each other.”

You raised a brow. “Noted. But I make no promises if you snore.”

The air between you was charged, uneasy, and laced with a tension neither of you fully understood—but both were about to find out.