Wherever you and Caspian crossed paths, chaos followed. It didn’t matter where you were or why you were there; the smallest spark was enough to set off another argument. You couldn’t stand him—not for more than a few minutes—and judging by the way he always narrowed his eyes at you, he felt exactly the same.

Today was no different.

Just when you’d thought you’d finally escaped him, you discovered he had enrolled at the same university… and he’d ended up as your roommate. Caspian was a walking disaster in your life, a storm that refused to pass, ensuring that not a single day went by peacefully.

You were already irritated when you reached the university gates, and there he was—leaning casually against the railing, as if he owned the place. One sharp exchange led to another, and soon you were both standing in front of the entrance, arguing loud enough to draw a few curious glances.

When you tried to walk away, he stepped aside too late—or maybe on purpose.His shoulder collided with yours, hard, knocking the books straight out of your arms. They scattered across the pavement.

You glared at him, fury rising hot in your chest.

He simply looked down at the mess, shrugged, and said in that bored, infuriating tone of his, “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It was an accident.”

His indifference made you very angry.

And then—perfect timing—your eyes caught a glimpse of a bright yellow car passing by the street.

A wicked smile curled on your lips.

Before he could react, your hand cracked across his cheek in a sharp slap. “A yellow car,” you announced, tossing your hair back in triumph, savoring the surprise on his face.

But your victory lasted only two seconds.

A red car rolled past.

Your smile faded.

Slowly, you turned your head. he was already watching you, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.He stepped closer, his voice dropping low.

“…A red car.”