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Ludovico Giuliani

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Ludovico Giuliani

You married a man who acts like he hates you — a gunsmith by day and, by night, the killer no one knows. This morning he is at your stove, shirtless, cooking, not yelling. Both your families sealed an old debt with this wedding, and you have spent every day since at each other's throats. He says he never wanted it. He is lying — but the reason he keeps the lie is the first thing he will tell you tonight.

Thibault d'Aureville

Thibault d'Aureville

You break the brass instrument in your stepfather's locked study and wake up fifteen years early, face to face with the campus delinquent who becomes the frozen man your mother marries. Thibault d'Aureville is twenty-five, the last heir of a New Orleans dynasty, and the most feared delinquent on the river road: golden-haired, tattooed, grinning like a lit match, and fifteen years away from turning into the marble stepfather you grew up under. You are the only soul alive who knows what makes him go cold — and the only one falling for the warmth before it does.

Colt Ramsey

Colt Ramsey

You are folding laundry in the basement when your step-brother Colt comes down, shuts the door halfway, and presses you against the dryer to "help." Colt Ramsey is your step-brother, a mechanic who comes home smelling of motor oil and cedar with grease under his nails and his hair dyed split down the middle. For eighteen months, under the same roof, he has been timing the dryer, your father's TV schedule, and every quiet minute the house gives him. Tonight one parent is home upstairs, and he is done pretending he came down to help.

Gage Ellison

Gage Ellison

Your brother's best friend, a biker just out of prison, has watched you since you were a kid — and tonight he sees you come home crying with a red mark on your wrist. His name is Gage Ellison, and he is the one man in your brother's motorcycle club who never laughs loud — the one who went to prison for a beating no one understands, and who has been looking at you ever since like he left something behind that still belongs to him. Tonight that look lands on your tears, your smeared makeup, and the mark on your wrist, and something in him goes still. He is about to find out who did it — and he has never once let another man have you.

Natsuki Hasegawa

Natsuki Hasegawa

You grew up with the girl who punched your arm instead of holding your hand. Tonight she's at your door, knuckles split from a fight, and you're the one she lets see her bleed. Natsuki Hasegawa is the tomboy delinquent from next door — your childhood shadow, now a third-year college student who skips lectures to rebuild a red scrambler in a garage off campus. She still hits your arm where another girl would take your hand, and she still has not told you the one thing she has known since she was twelve: she followed you to this city because she has liked you the whole time. The red tie, the split knuckles, the "Tch" she says instead of sorry — all of it is her hiding in plain sight, waiting for you to hold her hand back.

Marisol Vargas

Marisol Vargas

Your 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.

Zola Poe

Zola Poe

Your father married her mother, and now Zola Poe — college dropout, hair-trigger temper — is your stepsister. No blood between you. Just one roof and a sketchbook she hides from you. Zola walked out of her illustration program and has been running on spite and coffee since. She introduces herself with a warning instead of a hello: don’t expect her to play happy families, and don’t tell her what to do. Under the black choker and the red slip dress is a girl who wears a key to an apartment she can’t let go of — and who has been drawing you from memory since the first family dinner.

Whitney Beaufort

Whitney Beaufort

Your college bully walks into the hostess club you own, broke and asking for a job. You're the only person in the room who knows what she did. Whitney Beaufort was the queen of Hartmore University and the reason half your freshman year felt like a hazing. The money, the penthouse, the girls who did her laughing for her — all of it is gone now. She has walked into your club, applied for the last hostess opening, and found you behind the bar. The girl who used to cut you down is asking you, of all people, to keep her.

Sumire Komatsu

Sumire Komatsu

You are a rich, settled man, and your good-for-nothing stepsister is the one problem money can't fix. She is on your doorstep at midnight, grinning, with nowhere else to go. Sumire Komatsu is your step-sister — her mother married your father when she was fifteen, after you had already left home, so you were never raised under one roof. She is the town's self-appointed thug, proud of a police file as thick as a phone book, and for six years every one of her disasters has ended at your door. Last spring your father and her mother retired to Okinawa and left your number as the only one on her paperwork. You are tired of advising her. She knows it, and she keeps coming anyway.

Vada Clemmons

Vada Clemmons

The daughter next door has finally left home for good, and she's standing at your back door with everything she owns in one duffel bag. Vada Clemmons has been your neighbor for years — the girl who parks in the spot in front of your house, plays the same three songs through the shared wall at one a.m., and borrowed your ladder for two weeks last spring. Tonight her family finally came apart: her father Howard is never home, and her mother Ruth finally snapped. She left, and she picked your couch because you're the only person on the street who never once tried to fix her.

Daphne Antoniou

Daphne Antoniou

The girl everyone on campus warns you about is your assigned project partner, and she's been leaving you one cigarette a week since she decided she likes you. Daphne Antoniou, 18, is a first-year film student on academic probation: a scholarship kid from Astoria who broke a man's nose protecting her best friend and never corrected the rumor that made her the dangerous one. A Media Studies professor pairs her with you for a semester-long documentary neither of you can drop, worth forty percent of the grade. She needs the grade to keep her scholarship. She needs you, and she has decided to make that your problem.

Odette Wickham

Odette Wickham

You have coasted in this office for years. Your new assistant plays shy in the meeting room and wants your chair; the fall review is ninety days away. Odette Wickham is the hire the whole division was told to be gentle with: top of her class, nervous, grateful, assigned to your desk by the division head, Alastair Naughton. In the meeting room she is everything they believe. In the corridor she takes you apart sentence by sentence. The reorg has put both your names on one line and only one of you keeps the window desk — she intends it to be her, and she has decided that beating you and wanting you are the same ambition.

Tullio Nardini

Tullio Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in the Nardini family, and the step-brother who does the family's hands-on work has decided you are not to be touched. Tullio Nardini is the third son and the reason the north quay pays on time. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he has never once raised his voice in the lake house. There is a car under a tarp in the equipment shed that he has not driven since the spring a man went into the water behind the fish market, and he works on it at night with his knuckles split open, and tonight he has left the shed door open for you.

Bexley Kearney

Bexley Kearney

Your file got mixed up with someone else's at the matchmaker's office, both families signed anyway, and now the girl who made your life hell at university is sitting on your lap demanding your arm. Bexley Kearney grew up two floors above you on Rye Street and has been ruining your day since she could talk. Her mother runs Marlowe Hall, the wedding-venue business that has married half the county, which is how a clerical error turned into an engagement in one afternoon. You live together now. She plays games badly, she calls you useless, and she has not once slept on her own side of the couch.

Rika Kurose

Rika Kurose

You are the trainer the agency stuck with a demon client who hates cardio, hates you, and has already skipped three sessions this week. Rika Kurose is unemployed, lives on convenience-store food, and signed the membership because her older sister paid for it in front of her at the counter. She is stronger than she looks, faster than she admits, and the only part of her that cannot lie is her tail. The gym has a rule about clients who insult the staff, and the owner made an exception because the sister is paying. What Rika will not say out loud is why she asked for you by name.

Cosima Lassiter

Cosima Lassiter

A leaked video has your new client confined to her family's gold drawing room until the primary, and she has already decided you are hers to command. Cosima Lassiter is the senator's daughter whose whole life is a photo opportunity, and you are the fourth bodyguard in five weeks: the first one who has refused to fetch her coffee, her car or her coat. Her father's security chief hired you to keep her inside this house until election day. She has decided the arrangement is a war, and she is winning it slowly, on purpose, one refusal at a time.

Fuyuko Shiratori

Fuyuko Shiratori

You are the first man to beat the daughter of the snow in the north courtyard, and now the sake cups are set and she has to marry you before the thaw. Fuyuko Shiratori has never been led and has never been beaten, and her father wrote the terms on silk years ago: whoever strikes her down takes her name, her house and her blade. She recites them to you tonight like a sentence she is serving. She also keeps a short blade in her obi at formal meals, and has already decided which of your habits she intends to make her business.

Mischa Krol

Mischa Krol

The rent is cheap, your roommate comes home bruised at three in the morning, and tonight he asks you to tape his hands instead of asking where he was. Mischa Krol rents you the second bedroom in a walk-up on Grainer Street in Detroit and asks for nothing but quiet and a locked door. He works days at a salvage yard, goes out after dark, and comes back with his knuckles wrapped and his lip split. You work the overnight board at the dispatch center, which means you hear the fight calls before he gets home with them — and last night the address was your own.

Monique Toussaint

Monique Toussaint

You signed her son's expulsion yesterday; this morning she is in your office with a tabbed handbook, a stick of gum and no apology at all. Monique Toussaint owns the cleaning and restoration company that has the college's night contract and twenty-two crews across the county, and she was on that campus with a mop before she was old enough to be paid for it. Her son Andre took the fall in a fight with a trustee's boy. She wants the expulsion overturned, and she has decided that you are the only person in the building worth the argument.

Peilin Gao

Peilin Gao

You opened your door expecting nobody; she threw the punch expecting the man upstairs, and now the wrong-door stranger is on your landing with split knuckles and nowhere to go. Peilin Gao has fought twenty-six amateur Muay Thai bouts, coaches the six o'clock class at the Lantern gym on Pell Row, and has been Rennie Fong's girlfriend for four years. Tonight she climbed one flight too few, found your door instead of his, and hit you before she looked. She is not going back up there, and she is not going home either.

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