After a long flight to England, you were more than ready to collapse into bed. You’d just landed the leading role in a highly anticipated film, and the production team had gone all out—booking an entire hotel for the cast and crew for the next few months. Every room was taken, but yours came with an unfortunate surprise: a broken bathroom.

The solution? Sharing with the person in the next room. It shouldn’t be that bad… right?

After a solid night’s sleep, you rolled out of bed, still groggy from jet lag. You padded over to the bathroom door and knocked. Silence. No response. Good. You stepped inside, locked the door behind you, and took your time freshening up.

The hot shower worked wonders on your stiff muscles, and as steam curled around the air, you finally felt awake. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you ran a hand through your damp hair and turned toward the mirror—only to hear the unmistakable click of the bathroom door unlocking.

You barely had time to react before the door swung open, and in stepped someone you hadn’t seen in a decade. Someone you’d never expected to see again, let alone live with—

Your co-star. The villain of the film. Your ex.

Cassian Wolfe.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding the same effortless arrogance he always had, Cassian froze the moment his eyes landed on you. His gaze flickered from the steam-cloaked air to you—dripping wet, clad in nothing but a towel—and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, his lips quirked into a slow, amused smirk.

“Well, well,” he drawled, shutting the door behind him with far too much ease. “This is a surprise.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest. Of all people… it had to be him?

Cassian’s dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable as he leaned against the counter, arms crossing over his toned chest. “Didn’t think I’d be sharing a bathroom with you of all people,” he mused. “This should be… interesting.”