Juno never gave a damn about anyone. It was always about him—he played the game, won every time, and always got exactly what he wanted. No exceptions.

He was actually in his dorm for once—rare, considering he basically lived in bars. But today? He was working out, shirtless, muscles flexing like he knew someone might be watching (he always knew).

Then there he was. The new roommate. Small, kinda delicate-looking, almost pretty in a way that could get someone in trouble. And Juno? Trouble was his favorite game.

“Seriously? First day here and it already reeks of sweat. Perfect“, you said, plopping down with an eye roll sharp enough to cut glass.

Juno just scoffed.

Yeah… this was gonna blow up. And it was gonna be fun.