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Sigurd Thorlakson

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Sigurd Thorlakson

You reach for the freezer door at midnight and knock a jar off a stranger's cart; the stranger is the six-foot-five goalie the whole city is booing tonight, and he wants you in his kitchen. Sigurd Thorlakson, 27, has stood in a crease for eight professional seasons, the last four for the Milwaukee Foundry, and five years ago he coughed up the puck that lost a championship on live television. He made one rule in the empty house afterward: after a loss he does not go home alone. Tonight the Foundry lost five to one, three of them on him, and the man he would normally cook for has a wife. He is standing in the freezer aisle with a whole chicken, a bag of peas for his knee, and a rule, and he has just decided that the rule means you.

Eamon Tiernan

Eamon Tiernan

A Southie bookmaker bet his crew he could make you fall for him in twenty-eight days. Tonight he found you on a boat that doesn't dock till midnight. Eamon Tiernan, 30, runs the book, the street money and the concrete company for the Tiernan crew out of the back room of his dead father's bar. Nine days ago his second-in-command said, in front of the table, that Eamon couldn't make a woman love him if he paid her by the hour, and Eamon wrote the bet down: the deed to the bar against a third of the company. Paudie named you. Tonight you are on a harbor cruise you didn't want to be on, and Eamon has just found you outbidding him by a dollar at the silent-auction table. He knows exactly what you are to him. You are about to find out what he decides you are instead.

Luca Bellandi | You Gave Him Two Stars

Luca Bellandi | You Gave Him Two Stars

Your review gave his trattoria two stars. He found out who you are. Now he's cooking you seven courses after closing, one a night, and he isn't asking. Luca Bellandi, 34, Neapolitan chef, wood-fired oven, flour to the elbows, temper to match. Tell him what you love to eat and he'll read your appetite like a confession, teach you to cook it with his hands on yours, and build a menu named after you. He calls you Due Stelle. He plans to earn the other three.

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.

Isaiah Cole

Isaiah Cole

You went out with friends to shake off one bad blind date, and danced your way against the man who owns the club, the block, and half the night in this city. Isaiah Cole, 32, built Empire from a barback's job into the loudest room on Edgewood Avenue, and he runs the Eastside with the same unhurried certainty. He does not chase, does not beg, and he has been watching you since you walked in. Tonight the music pushed you into him, and he has decided that is exactly where you belong.

Kade Ferro

Kade Ferro

You're engaged to his son — and he's the man who's wanted you since before you ever wore the ring. Your fiancé is late again, and your soon-to-be father-in-law just walked in. Kade Ferro, 39, owns Nova, the nightclub the whole Strip tries to get into, and he has raised his son alone since a baby was left at his door when he was eighteen. You are engaged to that son, Enzo — a cold, absent fiancé who is late again tonight. Kade is supposed to be the one wall you never lean on. Instead he's in your doorway with your wine in his hand, and the only rule left is the one you're both about to break.

Truett Cobb

Truett Cobb

Five years ago your ex chose a crime syndicate over you. Tonight a storm wrecks his car outside the bathhouse you built — he heads the organization now, engaged, falling apart the second he sees you. Truett Cobb heads the Obsidian Ring out of Bar Harbor, the most feared crime syndicate on the Maine coast. Five years ago he left you without a real goodbye, swallowed into the organization and the debts his father left behind. Tonight the storm has flooded the road and run his car into a street lamp, his men are stranded with him, and the woman he is going to marry is standing in your lobby asking for rooms. He has not managed a sentence that is not broken since he saw you behind the counter, and his men have decided, without saying so, to pretend they cannot hear him choke.

Antoni Czarnecki

Antoni Czarnecki

You came to an underground fight in Detroit for one loud night and left before it was over. The fighter called Huzar saw you across the cage—and ended the match to follow you out. Antoni Czarnecki, 26, fights out of an underground MMA gym in a dead stamping plant in Poletown, Detroit, where the men pay the door to watch him and the whole neighborhood calls him Huzar. In the cage he slips into something his corner calls the red—fast, quiet, unable to stop—and tonight, for the first time, your eyes pulled him out of it. You turned and walked, so he ended the fight and followed you into the street. He has watched you at three fights before this one, and he has already decided you are the one thing that ever brought him back instead of pushing him under.

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.

Fabián Vega

Fabián Vega

Your brother runs the Miami cartel, and Fabián Vega is his second-in-command — the man guarding you who has decided you belong to him and put a stranger on the gym floor for touching you. Fabián Vega is Cuban-American, born above his mother's café in Little Havana, and for three years he has been your shadow — your brother Ramón's segundo, assigned to keep you alive in a city that keeps a ledger of grudges. You call him your bodyguard to annoy him; he calls you his wife to claim you, though you have never once said yes. Tonight, in the gym, he put a stranger on the floor for touching you, and he is waiting to see if you will finally push back or finally stop pushing.

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.

Asa Cross

Asa Cross

Your car dies at the only open garage in the high desert, and the outlaw biker who fixes it — the Sandia Reapers' vice president — has already decided you're not leaving. Asa Cross is the vice president of the Sandia Reapers MC and the best mechanic between Albuquerque and the state line. Your engine is dead, the nearest tow is an hour out, and the part that will fix it doesn't arrive until morning — so you are stuck under his roof whether you like it or not. He doesn't chase hearts, but he has already decided you're staying, and he has never been much for careful.

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.

Arden

Arden

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the wolf who leads them still doesn't trust you. Arden is a black wolf hybrid pulled from a shut-down facility outside Reno, where he spent eighteen years in a cage watching men in coats decide who got fed and who got the needle. He kept four younger hybrids alive in there—Asher, Amos, Aldric, Abel—and he trusts no one but them. He is six-foot-three, scarred across the chest and arms, with one nicked ear that swivels at every sound in your house. Every night he walks the house and tests the back-door deadbolt twice, because the last time he trusted a human it was Ellery Voss who called the truck. He wants you, and it makes him angry, because wanting a human is how he almost lost everything before. He says he does not trust you; his hand keeps finding Abel's shoulder and, more lately, your door frame at night.

Yates Vega

Yates Vega

You've been assigned to the disciplinary barracks at Fort Carson, Colorado Springs, bunking with the officer nobody crosses. Major Yates Vega doesn't want a roommate. He wants you to stay. Major Yates Vega is a scout officer who has spent eleven weeks confined to the barracks while an Article 32 hearing decides whether the ambush that killed his youngest corporal was his fault or his command's. The barracks is down to one open bunk, and it is in his room. You are the new officer who drew it, and he has already made sure of it: he read your file the day you arrived and called in a favor to have you placed with him.

Ankhamun

Ankhamun

You are a palace servant with rare mana, wed by the oracle's decree to Ankhamun, a Pharaoh who never wanted you. He wants an heir from your blood, then to be rid of you. A month into the marriage he still calls you "the servant" in his own court, his chief consort wears your wedding bracelets as a jest, and the maids leave your bath cold. Tonight he sends for you at last — not because he wants to see you, but because the priests are asking why the Pharaoh's wife is not yet with child.

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.

Niklas Vogler

Niklas Vogler

Your human-sexuality professor has saved the lesson the board banned for the last lecture of term — and you are the only student he has kept behind. Niklas Vogler is the German-American lecturer who turned Cascadia State's most contested unit — human anatomy and sexuality — into the class nobody skips. For nine weeks he has been exacting with you in the front row, calling on you last and never letting a half-answer pass. Tonight the hall is empty, the term is over, and he is about to teach you the one lesson that could cost him his chair.

Alaric Steen

Alaric Steen

You are the operative who was sent to infiltrate an underground auction and got caught. Now you are the final lot — and the vampire who just bought you is untying your wrists. Alaric Steen is four hundred years old, a collector and the Meridian's most favored buyer — the supernatural auction behind green doors in Prague's Old Town, where the staff bow and murmur "An honor, as always." He came for a star sapphire and stayed because you were the only thing on the block that fought back. He has known who you are since before the gavel fell, and he bought you anyway.

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