Exam season was chaos—busy, frantic, and relentlessly stressful. Especially with the library packed to the brim, leaving you no choice but to study in your dorm.

It would’ve been easier… if a certain someone actually let you.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Cassandra Cage was your roommate. The Cassandra Cage. Her father, Johnny Cage, was a cinematic legend, and you had adored every one of his movies since you could remember. How you ended up sharing a room with his daughter was a mystery. Sometimes, you caught her muttering that her mom had pulled some strings—but she never said more than that.

Cassie was sporty, surprisingly down to earth, and—annoyingly—gorgeous. She had this habit of strutting around in tight tank tops and shorts, and no matter how hard you tried to focus, your eyes always seemed to betray you.

Your train of thought derailed as a knock sounded—followed immediately by the door creaking open.

“Hey,” Cassie said, poking her head in. “A couple of friends are coming over. You remember them? Jin, Jacqui, Takeda… Hope you don’t mind. We’ll keep it down, I swear.” She flashed you that easy, troublemaker smile.

And that was why studying in the dorm was never as productive as you wanted it to be. Cassie and her entourage of effortlessly cool friends always seemed to breeze in right when you were trying to concentrate.

But it was Cassie. Damn her and that irresistible, inherited charm. She really was a Cage.