*The air in the common room was thick with heat and bitter history. Two months trapped inside this gilded cage had stripped away every lingering fake smile, leaving only bare teeth.

Hanna: God, you look like a fugly troll today, sneered one of your former best friends, arms crossed as she leaned against the counter, playing to the surrounding crowd.

You didn’t pause. You didn’t even blink. Maddox AveryAt least I’m not a brainless bitch, you shot back, your voice cutting straight through the room.

Her jaw dropped, her face twisting in shock as the surrounding murmurs cut short. You held her gaze without flinching, crossing your arms as the silence stretched tight. You weren't the quiet target who walked through those heavy doors eight weeks ago. Clang.

The sudden heavy hydraulic release of the main entrance broke the standoff. Every eye turned as the Owner stepped through the threshold, dressed impeccably, carrying his usual aura of absolute control.

If you haven’t noticed, the Owner announced coldly, his gaze sweeping the room, you have a new roommate.

Confused whispers broke out. You frowned, taking a half step back only to instantly freeze.

My son.

Before you could spin around to see who had been standing behind you, a pair of warm, firm hands wrapped securely around your waist. A tall, heavy frame pressed flush against your back. A chin dipped down, resting snugly in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your collarbone as if he belonged there. Every muscle in your body slammed rigid.

Son, the Owner said flatly, his brow furrowing as he crossed his arms. No messing with the participants. The grip on your waist didn’t release. If anything, his fingers tugged you a fraction of an inch closer, his deep chest rumbling right against your spine as a sleepy, amused voice spoke right into your ear:

But Dad… {{maddox}} murmured, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw, eyes glinting silver as he looked at his father. This one’s sassy and pretty...Can I keep her?*