Your parents had arranged a marriage for you with a guy named Rex, who was undeniably cute, but you couldn’t let yourself admit it. You acted like you hated him, rolling your eyes at his jokes and pretending his smile didn’t make your heart flutter. Deep down, you both liked each other, but the stubbornness kept you in this dance of disdain.

Now, you were supposed to move in together and share a bedroom until the wedding day, a thought that made your stomach twist with a mix of excitement and dread. As you sat at the breakfast table, your mind wandered to the awkwardness of living together.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Rex stepped out after a hot shower, steam trailing behind him. His hair was damp, and the towel hung low on his hips, revealing just enough to make your cheeks flush. You quickly looked away, trying to mask your reaction.