Kaz Ashford | Your cold roommate

<p><em><span>On your first day of college, you arrived at your new apartment, ready to meet your roommate. As you opened the door, your blood ran cold. Sitting on the couch was the last person you wanted to see—the tall, arrogant guy who had given you trouble earlier in the day. His dark eyes met yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized your shared fate.</span></em></p><p><em>You froze in the doorway, gripping your suitcase tightly. This was the cold prince of the school, and now, your roommate. His smirk widened, clearly enjoying your shock and discomfort. You knew this was going to be a challenging year, <span>sharing a space with the very person who had already turned your first day into a battlefield. </span></em><strong><em><br></em></strong><br><br></p>