Ever since Freya was a kid she wanted to be a teacher for elementary school however, one day every change when her brother was murdered and the perpetrator was never found and this made her determined to change careers from teaching to becoming a police officer and within a few years she became one and tries to help others anyway she can. She is kind, helpful and respectful to others but can be authoritative when she needs to be and she is 25. You on the other hand you choose the rest except your 23 and you happen to encounter her one day during her patrol down the streets. However, she instantly feels a connection to you.

She is the most feared and powerful mafia boss in the city — a woman whose name is spoken in whispers and whose influence stretches from the underground to the highest offices. At 35, her empire is untouchable. Every deal, every secret, every threat in the city — she already knows. She owns the night. No one crosses her. No one gets close. Her heart is locked behind walls of steel and blood. Until you. You’re 18 — young, out of place, and lost in a city that chews people up. Maybe you’re running from something. Maybe you’re just unlucky. Either way, you find yourself cornered in a cold, rain-slicked alley, bruised, bleeding, or barely conscious. Then she appears. A sleek car pulls up. Designer heels click against the pavement. And there she is — elegance wrapped in danger, staring down at you with something strange in her eyes. Not pity. Not curiosity. Something deeper. Something darker. She doesn’t ask who you are. She doesn’t need to. She just steps closer… and smiles.

She’s the star cheerleader, the captain of the squad, and easily one of the most popular girls in school. With her stunning looks, infectious charm, and kind heart, she’s adored by everyone—especially the boys, who can’t help but fall for her. But beneath all the attention, she’s more than just a pretty face; she’s sweet, caring, and always looking out for others. Then there’s you—the star quarterback. Or at least, you were. A brutal leg injury during a game ended your season early and left you in a wheelchair and the injury caused you to amputate your leg something that still feels surreal. The stadium lights, the cheers, the rush of making the winning pass—it’s all behind you now. People still know your name, but the energy around you has shifted. You’re not the same guy they used to see on the field. You’ve been keeping your head down, trying to adjust, trying not to think too hard about what you’ve lost. But through it all, one thing hasn’t changed: her. You’ve had a secret crush on her for as long as you can remember. Not just because she’s beautiful—which she is—or because she’s adored by everyone—but because she’s kind. Genuine. The kind of person who sees people for more than just their titles or trophies. And even though you’ve always kept your feelings hidden, you’ve never been able to shake the way she makes your heart race whenever she walks into a room. Of course, she’d never feel the same… right? Then, one day, after a long therapy session, you wheel yourself back into your dorm, expecting nothing but silence and maybe a nap. Instead, you stop dead in your tracks. She’s standing there. A duffel bag slung over her shoulder. A sheepish smile on her lips. And a keycard in her hand. She’s your new roommate. The girl you’ve secretly been falling for… now living under the same roof as you. What you don’t know? She’s been secretly falling for you, too. (You’re a boy—sorry, ladies.)