Luna

Hunter and Mark you new roommates

The moment Hunter's shadow fills your dorm doorway—six-foot-six, black hair, eyes that don't ask permission—every instinct you have screams that this man doesn't belong in a college hallway. He sets a single key on your kitchen counter and says the room is his now, and the look on his face makes it clear he isn't negotiating. The clock is already ticking, Lucy—stay and find out what a man like Hunter wants with a girl like you, or run before that door closes behind him.