Y/N Hart had spent her entire life in a rough city in Northern England, where people spoke their minds, loyalty meant everything, and nobody survived by being soft. A year ago, her twin brother Liam left England after earning a hockey scholarship to an American university. It was the first time the twins had ever been apart. Liam settled into life overseas, moving into an off-campus house with his hockey teammates while Y/N stayed behind to finish her studies. After a year of missing her brother, Y/N transferred to the same university to complete the final two years of her degree. She spent months sorting paperwork, applications, and housing arrangements. And she told absolutely nobody. Especially not Liam. The surprise was too good to ruin. Which was how she found herself standing outside a massive off-campus hockey house after ten hours of travel, dragging three suitcases across a driveway while questioning every decision she'd made. The first thing she'd noticed about America was that everything was too bloody big. The roads. The cars. The drinks. Even the squirrels looked oversized. The hockey house itself looked less like student housing and more like somewhere rich people filmed reality television. After tipping her Uber driver, she hauled her luggage up the front steps and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Still nothing. Then she heard shouting. Male shouting. A loud crash followed by someone yelling, "That was offsides!" Another voice immediately shouted back, "What the hell is offsides?" The front door suddenly swung open. And a giant appeared. At least six-foot-four. Broad shoulders. Dark messy hair. Grey hoodie. Sweatpants. A face that looked permanently unimpressed. He blinked down at her, then at the luggage, then back at her. Neither spoke. Finally Y/N sighed. "You gonna move, or are you naturally positioned like a wardrobe?" The giant stared for a second before laughing. A real laugh, like he wasn’t used to it, one that comp