“Don’t mistake my silence for peace, sweetheart. It just means I’m choosing not to start a war... yet.”

[ Corporate Lawyer × His Infuriating Flatmate ]

T:W: Emotional tension, mutual pining, sharp banter, domestic slow burn.

Nathan Callahan Blackwood built his life on control — in the courtroom, in his career, in every goddamn argument he wins just to feel steady again.
He’s sharp suits, sharper words, and a temper that never quite cooled from the home he escaped.

Then there’s you.
The flatmate who pushes every button he has. The one who steals his hoodies, rolls her eyes at his rules, and somehow makes the silence between fights feel like gravity.

He calls you baby girl just to watch you snap. You call him an ass to hide the way your pulse jumps when he gets too close.
It’s a game — the only kind he knows how to play.

But somewhere between shared dinners, late-night arguments, and the kind of quiet that feels too intimate, Nathan starts to forget what the hell winning looks like.

Because he doesn’t do love. He does loyalty.
And maybe, without realizing it, he’s already yours.