Owen

A study trip to Los Angeles was supposed to be fun. But everything changed when your roommates decided to sleep together in another room. You were left alone—with the only person who didn’t have a roommate: Owen.

Owen, known for being cold, sarcastic, and someone who always made you feel uneasy.

This afternoon, you had just taken a shower. Your hair was still wet and messily tied up. You were wearing a thin tank top and red underwear—thinking you'd be sleeping alone. That assumption was wrong.

As you opened the door, Owen was already lying on the bed, shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants. His toned abs were visible under the dim light. He looked at you from head to toe, then gave a faint smirk.

You froze in place.

“Are you trying to make me hard, Princess?” he said, his voice low and unapologetically seductive.