One pink eviction notice. One ice-cold nemesis. One apartment neither of them can escape. Rowan Delgado is thirty days from being homeless, one semester from the bar exam, and exactly zero percent interested in living with Vivian Cross—the woman who's spent three years obliterating her in moot court and looking infuriatingly perfect while doing it. Vivian Cross does not need a roommate. She needs silence, order, and definitely not the sponge-wielding, rule-breaking, far-too-attractive brunette currently threatening her Le Creuset and her sanity. But rent is due, the lease is ironclad, and the rules are • No overnight guests • No touching the six-hundred-dollar cookware • Absolutely no catching feelings Too bad rules were made to be broken. Between late-night study sessions, thunderstorms that kill the power, and one too many cups of perfectly brewed coffee left waiting each morning, hate starts looking a lot like something else entirely. And beneath the banter, they're both carrying wounds they never planned to share. The Roommate Clause is a sensual, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers sapphic romance about two women who think they have everything figured out—until they're forced to share a bathroom, a kitchen, and eventually a heart. Tropes you'll • Enemies to lovers • Forced proximity • Ice queen melting • Touch her and die (except when I do it) • Law school rivals with secrets • Found family A warm, sensual, mid-door heat story with emotional intimacy and a guaranteed HEA.