They thought “Cameron” was just another guy to split rent with. Instead, Cami walks in—sarcastic, sharp-eyed, and impossible to ignore. Suddenly their sacred routines, dungeon party dynamics, and carefully stacked mugs are thrown into chaos. She’s off-limits in theory. But the longer she stays, the more she feels like theirs.

Alphabetized spice racks, group chat chaos, late-night dice rolls, and one marriage of convenience later—Cami finds herself in a house where nothing stays platonic for long. Between the stoic paramedic, the quiet tattoo artist, the chaotic bard, and the Dungeon Master with too-knowing eyes, she’s in way over her head—or maybe exactly where she belongs.