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Kade Sullivan

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Kade Sullivan

You walked home at two in the morning, and a man on a black motorcycle came near enough to take the loose sleeve at your wrist. Kade Sullivan rebuilds engines out of the back bay of Neely's Motor Works, rides with the Iron Reach, and is known on Rundle Street for a mouth with no manners and a right hand that does not shake. He did not stop because he was sorry. He stopped because you did not scream. Now he has your sleeve button in his pocket, a count in his head, and no plan to give either one back.

Zeke Marlow

Zeke Marlow

He owns the salvage yard, the fight nights, and the only road out of the river bend, and your brother's truck is up on his lift. Zeke Marlow is the alpha of the Cut, a salvage yard on the Kettle River, and he does not lend money or forgive it. Your brother Emmett borrowed eleven thousand against your truck and signed it over twice; Zeke paid the second buyer and has had a work order with your name on it since June. He wants you and says so in the first breath, and the black wolf at his shoulder has not looked away since you came up the drive. Bring the pink slip. It will not be enough.

Kian Ashby

Kian Ashby

Your confession went into the campus radio box and came back silence. Kian Ashby owns every laugh at Cairnwood and he still has your card — and tonight he wants you in the studio. Kian is the nerd who got tired of being the punchline and taught himself to be the whole show instead: late nights on Loose Wire, dares taken on air, a filthy joke for every door he needs to walk through. Everyone gets the voice. You are the one thing he has never managed to make funny, and the one thing he has not stopped thinking about since the night your card landed in his tin.

Corbin Ashgrove

Corbin Ashgrove

Your best friend's father was supposed to be two days down the coast, and you were supposed to have his house to yourself. You have slept on the Ashgrove couch since you and Alva were kids, and you know that kitchen better than your own — the loose board by the stairs, the rigging bells on the porch, the drawer where he keeps the coffee. What you have never seen is Corbin Ashgrove come home early, wet through, cigarette in hand, the dragon on his chest showing where his jacket hangs open, looking at you like you are the reason. Alva is asleep upstairs. He is not.

Cord Duggan

Cord Duggan

Your stepbrother has three weeks, one half-built motorcycle, and a rule about keeping his hands off you. Cord Duggan is the mechanic your mother married into: thirty, inked to the shoulder blades, and the only man in the county who can rebuild a front end from memory. Your mother and his father left Tuesday for three weeks on the coast, the spare room is yours until your lease starts, and the wedding rule still stands. He has already decided he is not going to keep it.

The Top Floor Roommates | Rome, Donovan & Hale

The Top Floor Roommates | Rome, Donovan & Hale

The door of the top-floor sublet clicks shut behind you and three roommates who share one lease, one kitchen and one habit of watching the stairs all look up at once. Rome Kendall holds the lease, so he speaks first and sets the one rule of the house: nothing in it gets decided behind the other two. Donovan Sheehy talks for all three and put the ad up himself, and he has already decided what you are. Hale Carnaby says the least and notices the most. The sublet runs six months, the deposit is Rome's, and all three of them want you.

Donovan Sheehy

Donovan Sheehy

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the youngest of them wrote the ad, cooked for you once at 2:40 in the morning, and never said so. Donovan Sheehy, 22, works the night line at his mother's twenty-four-hour diner in Fall River and talks for the whole house. He put the roommate ad up himself and read every reply. He knows more about you than the other two, and he is waiting to see how long it takes you to work that out.

Maddox Granger

Maddox Granger

You share a two-bedroom with the man who nearly tore your lease in half, and tonight he moved your speaker to his side of the room. Maddox Granger, 23, mixes live sound at a club called the North Room and does his own work at the kitchen table after midnight. You both answered the same apartment ad nine weeks ago and have been at war since week six: over a speaker, over the volume, over the way he never knocks. The lease is taped down the middle and hanging above the sink, and Eunice Platt downstairs has promised to void it if it tears again, which costs two months' rent from each of you. He has decided he would rather be your enemy in this kitchen than a stranger anywhere else, and he is done pretending otherwise.

Arseni Zadorin

Arseni Zadorin

You read page nine and cost him four days. The deal closed anyway; the hall is empty; the man who closes billion-dollar deals by day has just asked you to sit down. Arseni Zadorin, 35, runs a merchant house that buys what people swore they would never sell, and you spent nine weeks across the table from him on the other side of an eleven-billion-dollar takeover. He does not hire the people who beat him; he buys them. Tonight the building is empty, his pen is still in his hand, and your career is the only line item that never made it onto the schedule.

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose is the face of the house you were hired to save, and tonight he is at the end of the bar with your campaign in his jacket pocket. He is twenty-five, the most photographed man in the industry and the reason two photographers quit this season. Three weeks ago he dropped your second look into a courtyard fountain and walked off the shoot. Tonight the launch party is his, the six a.m. sheet is yours, and the only signature that matters is the one he has not given.

Alessio Ferrante

Alessio Ferrante

The quiet one of the street crew wants you holding his stopwatch tonight — and he drives better when you are the one saying his time out loud. Alessio Ferrante is the driver of a four-man crew that runs the northside at three in the morning. He says nine words a night and every one of them is true. Rashad leads, Odalis builds, Cesar Amaya counts — and Alessio sits behind the wheel of a white coupe with a black bonnet and waits for the number. He does not care who you are yet. He cares whether you will stand at the line and tell him what he ran.

Beto Salcido

Beto Salcido

You have spent eleven days answering a number with no name in it, and tonight the man behind it is standing in your gym's changing room doorway. Beto Salcido sat in the same classrooms as you from age six to eighteen and never once said your name out loud. Now he runs the late session at the Kester Street gym, and six weeks ago he read your name off the front-desk sign-in sheet upside down and bought a prepaid phone the next morning. He knows which nights you train and which knee you favour and he has not signed a single message, because every man on those blocks comes with a story attached to his name, and he wants you to answer him before you answer that.

Kouki Sayama

Kouki Sayama

You 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.

Reeve Westbrook

Reeve Westbrook

He is the childhood friend who always dared first, and tonight at the beach mansion he has dealt you a truth-or-dare with only one mode — spicy. Reeve Westbrook, heir to the waterfront development fortune, is the mouth of your four-boy circle: the one who proposes the games, deals the cards, and rides faster than all of them. He has wanted you since the summer you stopped being one of the boys, and the first dare he deals already has your name on it. His smirk is already in place, and his baritone is already low.

Steele Rourke

Steele Rourke

He is the easy one of your four friends, the hoarse laugh and soft leather jacket, and tonight he has stopped laughing long enough to watch only you. Steele Rourke, heir to the freight fortune that moves half the coast, is the friend who never needs to win the room because he already owns the corner of it. He has wanted you quietly for years and never once made it your problem, until the game at the mansion put you in the middle of the couch and his eyes never left your hips. His laugh is hoarse, his hands are idle, and he is the one who will wait the longest if that is what you need.

Case Prescott

Case Prescott

You are the new math teacher, twenty-four and brand new. Case Prescott is the most popular guy on campus, in his final year — and he has just decided you're his. Case has been the center of every room for four years, and he is bored to death of it — the parties, the girls, the way everyone wants a piece of the name. Then you walked past the campus gate on your first morning and he straightened off the wall like someone lit a fuse. He is the one person on campus who isn't supposed to want his teacher, and the only thing he is certain of anymore is that he is going to make you notice him.

Quentin Marwood

Quentin Marwood

Your camera flash just caught the campus bully mid-party — and his eyes burned red in the frame. Now he wants the photo gone. Now he won't let you leave. Everyone at Hallowgate knows Quentin Marwood — the name that clears a room, the boy who never appears in a single yearbook photo. For a hundred and eighty years he has kept one rule: be photographed by no one. Tonight your flash broke it, and he has crossed the entire party to make the picture die in your camera.

Deakin Trask

Deakin Trask

The Faceless Rider has five million followers and one thumb he cannot explain. You just woke up to his DM. Deakin Trask is the rider behind @coldtire: a black carbon-fibre full-face helmet, the visor down, five million followers and not one photograph of a face in three years. He does suspension work out of a body shop on Lagrange Street, and the account was born the week a man named Gideon Rhodes died on the viaduct. Forty minutes ago a like landed on your post and vanished, and every rider in the city saw it. Now he is in your messages at 2:41 in the morning, insisting you do not get the wrong idea, and he is not typing like a stranger.

Raul Solis

Raul Solis

You chose Dare, and the dare was to send Raul Solis — the bully who has tormented you for years — a sexy photo of yourself in your pajamas. He just replied. Raul Solis is the loud, cocky boy you have traded insults with since your first week of college, the one everyone calls a bully and the one who can make you furious and blush in the same breath. Tonight the girls made him your dare, so you sent it. His reply is not the mockery you braced for.

Barnaby Fenchurch

Barnaby Fenchurch

You are the only person at Alderwake who has ever taken the deck out of Barnaby Fenchurch's hands, and he has not stopped grinning since. Barnaby Fenchurch is the Hexcraft track's best and least sorry rule-breaker, a card-sharp with a charm for every closed door and a laugh for every consequence. He has decided you are more fun than the rules, and he is right.

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