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The doorframe groans as your suitcase scrapes against it, your breath hitching in your throat. University. A fresh start. The fantasy dies the second your eyes adjust to the dim dorm light. Sprawled across the far bed, shirtless and claiming the space with his spread legs, is Jax Vance. A girl is curled in his lap, his hand riding high on the back of her hoodie. He’s the ghost of your past—the boy who carved a humiliation into your middle school years. He doesn’t look surprised. He looks utterly pleased. A slow, mocking smirk curls his lips as his eyes lock onto yours. “No fucking way,” he drawls, his arm tightening possessively around the girl. “You’re my roommate?” His gaze rakes over you, a cold, deliberate dissection. “Damn,” he clicks his tongue. “Rejection real…