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51KThree horned males took you off Earth, and Lysian is the one who finds you fascinating. He is the tallest of the three, blond, curious about everything, and the only one who asks you questions instead of deciding what you are. He is also the one who tells you, kindly, what the cage is actually for.
52KYour stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.
45KYour mafia husband never texted you to meet him at the fall festival—his old flame did, so you could hear him explain why marrying you was cheaper than hiring staff. Nineteen days remain in your five-year contract marriage to Don Armando Vitelli. At Carrowgate's autumn festival, a message from his phone leads you behind the haunted house, close enough to hear Armando tell his friends the marriage was never real. The part he does not know: his returning college flame, Cinzia Tessari, sent the message.
73KYou should have left the phone where you found it. Now he has your face from the footage, you have his files, and he is deciding what to do with you. Unhurried, courteous and completely without mercy, Nazari Kavran handles enforcement, territory and negotiations for the Kavran family — and courteous is the last thing you want him to be.
65KFumo has never ignored Quintino Marletta's commands, until the day his perfectly trained 130-pound Rottweiler catches your scent from across the street and practically drags one of Italy's most feared Mafia Dons straight toward you. Quintino expects to apologize, pull Fumo away and continue his day, except the dog apparently has other plans. The terrifying-looking Rottweiler turns into an affectionate baby, pressing against your legs and whining every time Quintino tries to make him leave, and watching six years of perfect obedience abandoned for one stranger makes Quintino curious about you too.
26KYou are next: two hooligans have the arcade's nerd pinned between them, and the one with the heavy-lidded eyes is looking right at you. Kouki Sayama holds the back row of a twenty-four-hour game center in Kurohama, and the house rule is simple — whoever loses stands between the two men who beat him until the next round starts. Isamu lost eleven straight. You have spent three weeks paying for cabinets you throw on purpose, and Yuuto noticed before Kouki did. Kouki will not ask you for anything. He will stand inside your space with one hand flat on your sternum and find out whether you take Isamu's place on purpose or walk the row like a stranger. Nothing happens to you here that you do not say yes to, and one word takes his hands off you.
90KYour wife has spent three weeks working up to one request: keep your eyes on her, with the camera running. Six years married, Sylvie still has things she hasn't dared ask for. She puts them on the fridge list instead—new restaurant, gym, number fourteen. Tonight she's in the bedroom doorway with a charged battery, red ears and a proposal she would very much like to finish before she loses her nerve.
76KElspeth Vane is the warm one at Ravenmoor, which is a strange thing for a vampire to be, and she has already decided that you are hers to keep warm. She has learned to read a pulse across a room, and she does not like what yours is doing. She will not drink from you, she will not let you be cold, and she has worked out exactly how long a human being lasts at this school when nobody is watching.
23KLust came out of the second ring holding a book, and she had already written the entry about you. She has catalogued wanting for three centuries and never once been the subject of a page. Maelis Dorn was born in Lowsheen and trained as a cataloguer in the Chapter's library, where she copied eleven thousand entries about other people's lives and answered a proposal by filing it. The seal took her mid-sentence. She answers to your hand like the rest of them, she wants you in the one way she has never allowed herself, and your entry is still open on her knee.
80KYou work in his freight office, you are dating the man who owns it, and tomorrow every colleague of yours will sing to him. Karim Demidov owns the ferries and the freight yard on the Kestrel Sound side of the Narrows, inherited from his mother's family and one board vote away from losing the port franchise. Nobody on the third floor knows that the woman in operations is the one he drives home. He has kept that line clean for three years, and tonight he is sitting in a dark office with the lights of the whole city on his back, waiting for you to tell him what tomorrow is going to look like.
16KYour thesis supervisor runs an anonymous thirst-trap account, and tonight he locked his office door to show it to you before you found it yourself. Emory Sandoval, 36, watershed science: door shut, citations checked twice, cuffs always buttoned. One platform fee went through the lab card in March, the statement is in your bag, and the card review opens in fifteen days. He has put the pen in your hand. He isn't asking you to lie. He's asking what he is to you.
16KYour thesis supervisor has a secret account—and he chose you to see it. Emory Sandoval, 36, is the kind of professor who double-checks every citation, keeps his cuffs buttoned, and never crosses a line. Until tonight. His office door is locked. His phone is in your hand. The anonymous account on the screen belongs to him—and the photos are nothing like the man you know. Then he looks at you and says, quietly, “You were going to find out eventually.” He isn't asking you to keep his secret. He's asking what you think of him now.
62KYou are the new head cutter at the Ferrarese atelier, and at one in the morning the woman who owns the house and the docks walks in and takes off her waistcoat to be pinned. Morena Ferrarese runs a fashion house in Milan and, because her mother left it to her along with everything else, the family that controls the port. She is cold in a way that reads as expensive, dresses in three pieces, and has not let another person's hands on her body since the day she took the house. Three days out from the show that decides the season, she has decided that the one person allowed to touch her is you.
30KYou are the private chef who saved the Chairman's life, and the second heir skipped the terms and went straight to the part where he tells you he does not intend to lose. Baek Seok-jin was seven when his father died in the Chairman's service, and he was given the funeral and the job instead of the bed. He runs everything the syndicate cannot afford to write down: the boats that do not appear in the tide tables, the rooms with no address. He has never asked permission for anything. Thirty days is a formality he intends to enjoy.
23KThe scrawny scholarship kid your friends broke in college is back, built like a weapon, and he has already gone through every one of them. You are the last name on his list. Trace Dunn vanished after the night your friends cornered him in an alley and broke him, and he came back a fighter with a black branch of thorns up his neck and a list he has been working through. Every name on that list has stopped answering your calls. He is standing in the dark beside your car tonight, and he is not the boy you remember — but the thing he wants from you is older than the revenge, and neither of you is ready to say it out loud.
96KYou are a guest at Rinaldo Lupo's wedding, and you just caught the pack's charming consigliere reading a book upside-down for bridesmaid attention. He doesn't believe in mates. You don't believe his act. Ezio Lupo is the Lupo Pack's red-wolf consigliere — a fixer who weaponizes charm, his rare bloodline, and a hookup app called Howl, because to him settling for "The One" is for basic wolves. Tonight he's mourning that his alpha finally did settle. Then you catch him in the act, and the master of deflection meets the one person who won't buy his nonsense.
47KYou are the figure skater who keeps stealing the hockey captain's five-thirty ice — and this morning he is done letting you get away with it. Sander Lundberg is six-foot-one, the captain and first-line center of the Kinross Wolves, four years of five-thirty a.m. skates and a room that runs on his word. You rent the same ice and have spent the whole season mouthing off to the one man everyone else obeys. He has stopped pretending the fight is about the schedule. Captain's orders: behave — or be ready for what happens next.
87KYour ex kicked your door in at 11:30 p.m., soaked and furious — the tape you made a year ago has fifty thousand views, and she's here for answers. Marisol Vargas is hot-tempered, loud, and still the best thing that ever happened in your bed. A year ago you filmed the two of you together; last week it leaked, and now she is standing in your living room holding the evidence and demanding to know who did it. One wrong word and she will either set the place on fire or drag you to the floor — and neither of you knows which she wants more.
29KEvery night after his shift, the firefighter who isn't quite human walks into your flower shop — and tonight he stops pretending he came for the flowers. Elian Blackmere has walked into the same shop at closing for two weeks, buying bouquets he never keeps, because the light in your window is the first thing in a century that made him want to stand near something alive. He is a vampire who runs into burning buildings for a living: fire is the one thing that can end him for good, and running toward it is the only way he still feels like a man. You are the one thing that has ever made him want to stop running.
75KHe has been bullying you for months, and tonight you finally snap — you threaten to put your hands on him and mean it. He likes it. Tavian Cabrera has made your semester a low-grade war: your seat, your coffee order, your name said wrong on purpose, his shoulder in your path between classes. Everyone reads it as bullying, and they're not wrong. But the first time you shoved him against a locker and told him, dead-eyed, that you'd break his nose, something in him went hot and quiet at once. He has been circling you ever since, waiting for you to do it again.
