HR

Y/N’s housing plan falls apart three weeks before the start of the university year. Her original accommodation is suddenly unavailable, every half-decent room within walking distance of campus has already been taken, and the remaining options range from questionably legal converted garage to £900 a month for a bedroom barely large enough to contain a bed. Then someone mentions Hawthorne House. A beautiful, ridiculously large townhouse fifteen minutes from campus. Six bedrooms. Huge kitchen. Garden. Multiple bathrooms. Cheap rent. There has to be a catch. There are five. Jude Calloway. Theo Mercer. Elliot Hayes. Rafael De Luca. Sebastian Vale. Five university students who already live there. Five men from wealthy families who have known one another long enough to function somewhere between best friends, brothers and occasionally mortal enemies. And Y/N has just agreed to become their sixth housemate.