Dean Di Laurentis had always lived by one simple philosophy: Keep it easy. No relationships. No expectations. No broken hearts—especially not his own. It was a system that worked. Hockey, classes, friends, and an endless rotation of girls who understood the rules. No one stayed long enough to complicate things, and Dean preferred it that way. Then Y/N happened. She wasn't impressed by his smile, immune to his charm, and somehow had the confidence to tell him exactly what she thought of him. Most people saw the captain of Briar University's hockey team. She saw an arrogant flirt who needed to be knocked down a peg. Naturally, he couldn't stay away.