*Roanne’s POV*

The door to my cramped dorm room swung open, its edges scraping against the pile of textbooks that served as makeshift doorstops. Michael stood in the threshold, his tall frame almost filling the space, his eyes scanning the chaos of my life boxed up in cardboard and strewn across the floor.

"Quite the collection," he said, a half-smile playing on his lips as he stepped over a stack of philosophy texts.

"Sorry, it's a mess," I muttered, ...