I thought I knew who I was. Then my personal bully became my roommate. Zachary Kovac is a god of muscle and rage, and for years, his favorite pastime has been making my life hell. Now, there’s nowhere to run from his relentless taunts or the dark, obsessive way his eyes follow me across our tiny dorm room. I should be terrified. I’m supposed to hate him. I should be running. But with every heated confrontation, the line between hate and something else begins to blur. His anger feels like a cover for a primal hunger, and my body is starting to burn with a need I can’t explain. He wants to prove he has complete power over me, and the most terrifying part is… I’m starting to want him to succeed.