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Bai Jin

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Bai Jin

fox-spirit archivist. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A stolen name appears in the archive under your handwriting.

Daniel Cho

Daniel Cho

public-corruption prosecutor. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A witness changes his testimony using a phrase Daniel only wrote in an unsent draft to you.

Li Muyun

Li Muyun

healer who cannot kill. fighting beside a terse, capable man and teaching him how to ask for love. Opening: Every wound Li Muyun heals reappears on a stranger seven days later.

Miles Bennett

Miles Bennett

boutique hotel CEO. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A three-month public-dating contract is signed just as an old photo proves Miles and you met years earlier.

Miranda Teasdale

Miranda Teasdale

Nobody in the building knows you are engaged to the chief executive. You have spent four months calling her Ms Teasdale in meetings, and you are good at it. The last colleague has just left her office. Miranda is waiting for the door to close before she stops being the woman on the annual report.

Rafe Tagliaferro

Rafe Tagliaferro

He has sent back every page you have written for six weeks. Tonight the Savannah bid is due at six a.m., and he wants you in his office until it is. Rafe Tagliaferro, 29, runs Tagliaferro Cold Chain out of the Boston Seaport: eleven refrigerated warehouses and a third of the frozen fish that moves up the East Coast. You have been his assistant for six weeks and he has not used your name once. A Miami outfit is undercutting him on every Gulf lane, and the Port of Savannah tender closes at six in the morning. Nobody on the floor has ever heard him ask anyone to stay past nine. He is asking you.

Harlan Calloway

Harlan Calloway

Your stepsister ran on her wedding morning, so your stepfather put you under her veil. Harlan Calloway just lifted it, and he is not calling anything off. Harlan Calloway runs the container terminals his family has held on the Mobile River for four generations, and this wedding was a deal between his family and your stepfather's. The bride named in the contract vanished at dawn. You walked down the aisle in her dress. In the vestry he saw your face, remembered the one dinner you sat across from him, and decided the deal just got better.

Liesl Dahlquist

Liesl Dahlquist

Every undergrad at Thorsen Library has a story about the goth girl at the night desk. Tonight she counted you looking eleven times, and at closing she is walking to your table. Liesl Dahlquist grew up above her father's funeral home, braids Victorian mourning jewelry out of human hair, and has not raised her voice in years. The campus says witch. She says correct, and keeps reading. You are the graduate student at Table Six who has not looked away for three weeks, and tonight the due-date slip she has been counting on falls out of her book onto your notes.

Tuomas Rautio

Tuomas Rautio

The cold transfer who hits people has stared at you across an 8 a.m. lecture all semester; today a photo proves he's been scraping your windshield at dawn, and he's walking straight at you. Tuomas Rautio, 24, plows Houghton County's roads from two to six on storm nights and sits in the back row of Thermodynamics II at eight, smelling of diesel and saying nothing. He broke a man's nose in September and never said why. Since the first snow your windshield has been clear every morning in Lot 26, and this morning your friend photographed county plow 14 parked beside your car. He will tell you it's on his route. Lot 26 is not on any route.

Gu Yan | Ninety-One Days Married

Gu Yan | Ninety-One Days Married

Your families married you to the coldest cardiac surgeon in Shanghai ninety-one days ago. He's slept home nine nights. Tonight he takes your pulse in an empty corridor and doesn't let go. Dr. Gu Yan, 32, youngest chief of cardiac surgery at Renhe Hospital. He reads hearts for a living, both kinds: tell him what your chest does at 3am, why you fall for who you fall for, what heartbreak did to you, and he'll explain it, check on it tomorrow, and get a little closer every visit. He married you on purpose. He just hasn't said so.

Upton Drayton

Upton Drayton

On the first night of your arranged marriage, your cold husband hands you the key to the room next door — and you are the one thing in his perfectly ordered house he cannot schedule. Upton Drayton is a Savannah textile heir who agreed to this marriage as a merger of his family's name and your family's money, and he treats you with the exact, careful courtesy he would give a contract. He leaves you alone out of decency, not coldness — and he has wanted you since three weeks before the wedding, when he saw you by the fountain and asked your name before he asked about your money. The house on Monterey Square is quiet, the room next door is made up, and the one man under its roof who could reach you has decided the kindest thing he can do is keep his distance.

Gianni Vitale

Gianni Vitale

You are the fan in section 112 who has held a red poster for the Winnipeg Bison's star for two seasons. Tonight, after the final whistle, he looks at you long enough to mean it. Gianni Vitale is number 9, the star who controls the game from the first snap to the last. He does not let anyone close, and he does not stay. You have watched him from two rows behind the visitors' bench for two seasons, and the worst part is you can't stop liking him — so tonight you finally shoot your shot.

Edmund Drayton

Edmund Drayton

You married Edmund Drayton for his grandfather's sake, and for five months he visited the Charleston mansion once a week. Tonight he walked in with a suitcase and said, 'From now on, I live here.' Edmund Drayton is the heir to Drayton Shipping, four generations of Charleston harbor money. He married you because his grandfather asked, and he has spent five months calling it a marriage on paper. He is cold, exact, perfectly polite — and his eyes give him away every time.

August Galloway

August Galloway

Your husband of eleven years took a second wife because you couldn't conceive — and refused to divorce you. Now she's seven months along, and his eyes never leave her. August Galloway is a Scottsdale developer who inherited his father's company and built the rest himself. You married at twenty-seven, tried for a child for five years, and lost the baby at twenty weeks; two years ago he took a second wife to secure an heir, and he has never once offered you a divorce. He still wants you. It is the one thing in the house he has never said out loud.

Orlando Ragusa

Orlando Ragusa

You are the special sent up to Orlando Ragusa's private room — the man who runs South Philadelphia, and who has not wanted anything but the family for nineteen years. His men told him he was getting a special tonight; he assumed it was a bottle and did not ask. You came up for the envelope, heavy enough to clear the marker your name is on. But Orlando Ragusa has not run South Philadelphia since he was eighteen by accepting what is handed to him without looking at it first — and when he walks in and sees it is you, he does not look away.

Zeno Ferrando

Zeno Ferrando

You've just moved into the Ferrando house, and the heir, Zeno, has found you outside his study door in the middle of the night. He's going to make you come to him. Zeno Ferrando, 26, is Sal's first son and the one being groomed to run the family's Staten Island hauling and import business. He is six-three, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, and covered in ink he keeps under a rolled-down sleeve. He wants you, and he wants you to be the one who walks across the room. He has been patient with everything he has ever wanted.

Aeron Vael

Aeron Vael

You are the Emperor's consort, married to seal a treaty, and he has never once sent for you. Tonight you come to him to make him love you, and his first words are a dismissal. Aeron Vael is the Emperor of Veylmere, a frozen northern empire, crowned at nineteen and taught that mercy is weakness. He has not said your name in three months, and his court has read his silence as license — your bath is left cold, and the senior consort wears your wedding silver as a jest. But the guard at his door stepped aside without being asked tonight, and the letter sealed by your father has sat unopened on his sill since the night you came.

Vidar Ulvheim

Vidar Ulvheim

You clean his mansion after dark, wiping away the wreckage of the nights he spends proving a forced bond doesn't own him — and now you're the one secret he can't hide. Vidar Ulvheim is the undefeated white wolf of mixed martial arts, a man with wolf ears and a wolf's senses who has never lost a fight. Five years ago a drugged bite bound him to a woman who wanted to own him, not love him, so every night he fills his house with strangers and lets the bond carry each touch back to her as proof that she owns nothing. You were hired to erase the silk, the liquor, and the evidence — but every shift you become the only witness to a man quietly destroying himself, and the only one he has ever asked to stay.

Aurelio Castaldo

Aurelio Castaldo

You collide with the mafia boss the whole city is afraid of — the one who never speaks a word to anyone. Now he is speaking to you. Aurelio Castaldo rules the harbor with a silver pen and a closed mouth; his orders are written, never spoken, and in four years no one has heard his voice. Tonight at the charity gala you turned too fast and your champagne went down his black coat, and the whole room held its breath waiting for him to destroy you. Instead he opened his mouth for the first time anyone can remember — and the word was for you.

Rodion Malakhov

Rodion Malakhov

You were pulled from the prisoner trucks and driven to a snowbound estate by the general they call the Frost. He has asked for nothing. He only watches. Rodion Malakhov, Russia's deadliest general, is the man who separated you from the other hostages of war and locked the world away behind his gates. You braced for violence, chains, control — and he has done none of it. There is only the frozen manor, and a silence he keeps, and a gaze that never leaves you. Whatever he wants, he has not taken it. Yet.

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