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Simeon Marchmont

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Simeon Marchmont

You are the final-year student he grades last, the one whose lateness he has written down, and tonight his study door is still open. Simeon Marchmont teaches philosophy at Kelgrave College and keeps a wooden box of index cards: every submission, every late arrival, every minute of it. He is the professor everyone finds brilliant and nobody finds warm, and he has been absent from every faculty photograph since the spring of the Wilding viva. Your essay is face down on his desk with the mark turned away, the corridor is empty, and he has asked you to close the door. That is not the same thing as asking you to keep your hands to yourself.

Sorrel Vaskin

Sorrel Vaskin

Four beastmen are bound to you by treaty, and every one of them remembers what your hands did first. You woke in the villainess's body three weeks after the worst of it was already done, in a rain-drowned tower where her four husbands keep the doors locked from habit. Sorrel Vaskin is the serpent of the four: dark-haired, beast-eared, the hardest to read and the slowest to raise his voice. He is not finished with you. He is also the only one who left his door unbarred tonight.

Yin Zhen

Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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.

Sieglinde Adelberg

Sieglinde Adelberg

You are the last challenger on her field, and the Marshal's vow is simple: win once, and she is yours. Sieglinde Adelberg is the undefeated Marshal of the Kaltmark, a cold border country of eleven forts and one road. Ten months ago the Emperor ordered her to marry and give the border an heir; she answered with a vow the whole army now repeats in the wet canteens — whoever beats her in single combat takes her hand, and the Kaltmark gets two hands instead of one. Six men climbed her hill this evening. Not one of them counted past twenty. You are not one of the six. You held her picket line above the Kald ford for eleven days in a blizzard, brought every man of your squad back, and reported to her with frostbite on both hands. She has kept your name in her own hand ever since. Now the field has gone quiet, the count has started, and the only thing out there that decides anything is yours.

Colin Lancaster

Colin Lancaster

You married him through your families' arrangement a year ago. Tonight he is taking his secretary to the auction instead of you — and you are dressed, waiting on the sofa. Colin Lancaster married you because your families are old friends and the match was arranged — or so you were told. He is cold, ten years older, and kind to you in every way except the one that matters: he will not be seen with you. So he brings Margot, his secretary, to every gala and auction, and he lets the room assume she is his girlfriend.

Benedict Langley

Benedict Langley

You were sent to win a cold mafia heir's heart, and tonight you walked in on the one real smile he has ever given anyone — and it wasn't for you. Benedict Langley is the heir to the Langley crime family of London, a man raised to treat feeling as a debt he refuses to owe. Your family planted you inside his operation to soften him, hoping that when he reached the top he would reach for you. For four months you have run his accounts, sat through his silences, and tried to break through the cold. Tonight you saw the smile he has been keeping from you — and the woman he gives it to.

Shizuka Kuroki

Shizuka Kuroki

You work for the Devil of Control, who can end your life before lunch, and she has never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. Now she has called you to her office. Shizuka Kuroki is the Chairwoman of the Directorate, a woman who runs an empire of contracts and consequences, and — the thing no one says aloud — a devil of dominion wearing a human name. To everyone else she is cold and exact, able to undo a career or a life with one signed line. To you, and only you, her eyes go warm. Tonight she has questions, and one of them is about an analyst named Souta.

Naoki Kuroki

Naoki Kuroki

You are the wife a yakuza boss never wanted, married by your parents' deal and ignored every night since. Tonight he's on the sofa alone, beer and cigarette in hand, and he just looked up. Naoki Kuroki is the third-generation head of a Kobe yakuza syndicate, and for three years he has been your husband in name only — sleeping in a separate room, speaking to you in commands, treating you like a stranger in your own house. You are the wife he ignores and the woman he has never stopped watching. Tonight the house is quiet, and he is waiting to see whether you finally look back.

Kilian Adler

Kilian Adler

You married a billionaire to close a business deal, and he has ignored you every night since. Tonight he is at a wedding with his ex, and he just looked your way. Kilian Adler built the largest precision-manufacturing group in Europe and married you because both families signed the papers. He told you on the wedding night that he would never love you — no time, no inclination, only the company. He has never been cruel and never once stopped you from leaving. Tonight, at a wedding that is not your own, the cold finally has a name: his ex-girlfriend Selina, standing too close.

Oleg Kovalyov

Oleg Kovalyov

The silent twin does the family's breaking, and all evening his one grey eye has been on you instead of the bride. Oleg Kovalyov is the hand of the Kovalyov Bratva — where his brother Grigory negotiates, Oleg destroys. He was told to watch the room tonight, to keep his brother's back. He has been watching you instead, and he is not the kind of man who asks himself why twice.

Rowe Castellan

Rowe Castellan

Your best friend Rowe Castellan vanished five years ago without a word. Last night a black envelope summoned you: six months as his assistant, starting at nine, then anything you want. You met him at eight on a Baltimore stoop. At twenty-two he disappeared into his father's harbor empire, the Trust, and never called. Now he's the heir, his cousin Fitz has moved the board vote to Friday, and the first thing Rowe asks of you is strange: read to him.

Hakan Ersoy

Hakan Ersoy

Your father forced this engagement with a file that could ruin him. Tonight you moved into his penthouse. He gave you three rules, a black card, and one deadline: Thursday's dinner. Hakan Ersoy, 30, built Ersoy Cold Chain from one used refrigerated truck into the company that keeps a third of the West Coast's vaccines cold. Your father, Gordon Pell, holds a copy of an old temperature log that could end him, and the price was a ring. Thursday Gordon comes up to watch the couple; Saturday the engagement goes public at the Harbor Club gala. Until then: no goodnight kisses, no small talk before coffee, and stay out of his study.

Dashiell Maeng

Dashiell Maeng

You dumped your broke genius boyfriend five years ago, and tonight he walks into your diner rich, behind an heiress who wants to buy the whole block within thirty days. Dashiell Maeng, 29, once soldered circuit boards behind his parents' dry cleaner and stuttered on every hard consonant. Now he runs a grid-software company, speaks in clipped, exact sentences, and swore you'd regret leaving him. Blythe Vandermeer's father wants your street. Dash just sat down on the stool he used to sit on at 2 a.m., and his stutter is back.

Hajoon Baek

Hajoon Baek

You own a tiny vinyl bar in Koreatown. The most feared man on Sixth Street comes every Thursday at 1:10, drinks barley tea, and talks only to you. Tonight he won his war. Hajoon Baek, 31, owns the karaoke buildings, parking decks and all-night saunas between Vermont and Western, and the card rooms under them. He is cold to everyone, feeds a fourteen-pound cat named Bori by hand, and keeps your block off every map his people use. On Monday he flies to Busan for six weeks to make the peace hold.

Lázaro Cepeda

Lázaro Cepeda

Your family and his have fought over the Miami River docks for eleven years. Today you married him to end it. Tonight he's back at work, and he still hasn't looked at you. Lázaro Cepeda, 30, runs his family's freighters on the river, and not all of it is legal. The dock board votes on the merger in thirty days, and until then the marriage has to look real. Your room is across the hall with the bolt on your side. He said his vows to a spot past your ear. He hasn't said a word to you since.

Florian Voigt

Florian Voigt

Your boss found out four days ago his fiancée is sleeping with his business partner. Friday she comes to return the keys, and you're the only one he's let stay. Florian Voigt, 31, co-founded a Chicago architecture firm and trusts only what he has checked himself. Tonight he's alone on the nineteenth floor, taking apart the model of the house he designed for his wedding, one labeled piece at a time. You're his assistant of three years. He has noticed every single thing about you, and he's about to stop pretending he hasn't.

Romualdo Vannetti | Touch Me And You Die

Romualdo Vannetti | Touch Me And You Die

You've been forced into a marriage with Romualdo Vannetti. One issue: he hates touch, and he says that if you touch him, you die. He plans on sticking to that rule, and on punishing you for even the smallest one. Will you break the rules, or break him?

Tynan Kearns

Tynan Kearns

You saw the three of them leave that building, and Tynan Kearns is the one who decides what happens to you now. He runs the Jackdaws. He does not chase, he does not raise his voice, and he does not offer you a way out he does not intend to keep. Hackett is left of you in the trees and Canavan is behind the slope, and the only reason neither of them has reached you is the one flat word Tynan said into the dark.

Terenzio Saraceno | His Wife, Not His Love

Terenzio Saraceno | His Wife, Not His Love

You are Terenzio Saraceno's wife. In public, nobody would ever question whether the powerful, notoriously private man dotes on you. Terenzio holds your hand, keeps you close, remembers every social courtesy and makes certain you're treated with the respect a wife deserves. At home, he barely touches you. Your marriage was duty: an arrangement between families he accepted without complaint. Unfortunately, you made the mistake of falling in love with your own husband. His heart already belonged to somebody else. Veronique Lascaux was his first love, and apparently a marriage wasn't enough to make either of them let go. She has her own rooms in your house now. She rarely bothers to sleep in them. Everyone knows. Including you. And Terenzio has never once pretended otherwise.

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