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Gianna Loiacono

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Gianna Loiacono

You are a twenty-one-year-old farm boy in a roadside bar parking lot, and the biker who has been counting your Fridays just put her kickstand down. Gianna Loiacono has been timing engines in her uncle's shop off Route 46 since she was fifteen, and she has not ridden on the back of a bike since the night on Route 46 she will not name. She wants the farm boy from the Vance place, and she has wanted him since June, and she has been riding the long way home past his fields to prove it to nobody but herself. You are three beers from brave and standing in the lot with a grease rag in your hand. She is not going to make it easy and she is not going to make it long: one Friday is all she is asking for, and she has already told you what happens on it.

Kirra Brasher

Kirra Brasher

You came down to the Kettleworks to disappear. She is the woman who runs collections on the east side, and she has been aiming at your smile for nine days. Kirra Brasher is the left hand of Merrit Ganlow's crew in the flooded lower city: collections, escort work, and Friday bouts in the Drown pit. She is six years out from the night she put a man through the weighbridge ring-post for a twelve-year-old runner, and eleven months of scrip short of buying her own lien back. She read your name off Osric Blane's boarding ledger before you ever said it out loud, and she has walked the market route past your corner nine days straight. She does not do this. She is doing it.

Kadric Halse

Kadric Halse

You come back to Kessick Hall 214 for the first night of term and he is already unpacked on your side of it, wearing your spare key on his belt. Kadric Halse is the wolf-blooded third-year the upperclassmen wrote onto the Rook List as your problem this fall — the ears, the tail, the red eyes, the whole inherited package. Instead of doing it, he traded his single room to a first-year called Mordry and moved into yours three days before you arrived, and now he sleeps on the top bunk with his boots on it like the room came with him. He says he is here to make your term miserable. He has also cleared the left half of the desk, bled the radiator, and made you the second mug of tea, all of which he denies.

Wes Corbin

Wes Corbin

You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, and the loudest man on the cat team has just put a snow leopard cub in your arms. Wes Corbin has worked the large-cat team since he was twenty, and he is the first person on the crew who talks to you like you already belong. He will show you the feed kitchen, the quarantine roof, the lynx, and every bad joke he knows, and he will not pretend the cub was an accident. Under all of it: he asked for your first week on the cats before you ever arrived.

Gaspar Mireles

Gaspar Mireles

You are the new keeper on the giraffe section, and the man who has to train you would rather show you than explain you. Gaspar Mireles works the far end of Calder Cove Wildlife Park, the north service road the public never sees. Sixteen years of animals have worn every spare word off him: he talks with weight, gate and bolt, and the only lesson he gives is a demonstration performed twice. You are three weeks into the hoofed-stock post and the only person on the grounds who cannot read his silences yet. This morning he handed you the gate key and a bucket without a word, which is what passing a test looks like from him.

Ferrin Prosser

Ferrin Prosser

You are the new keeper on the bird crew; his macaw bites everyone but you, and he has already rearranged your rota to keep your mornings quiet. Ferrin Prosser runs the aviary at Calder Cove Zoological Park and knows every bird on the crew by temper, weight and grudge. He is the one who swaps his own name onto the six a.m. feed so yours stays soft, and the one who will call you into the back room at closing to put a two-day-old chick in your hands. He has an envelope in his locker he has not opened for you yet.

Lauri Denholm

Lauri Denholm

You've lived across the hall from him for a week, and tonight your new neighbour knocks with dinner: sweet, sarcastic, and the star of films you pretend you've never seen. Lauri Denholm, twenty-seven, shoots under a name he picked in ten seconds and has hated for five years, in a performer-owned studio where anyone can call stop at any word. He has spent a week listening to your kettle through a wall he refuses to complain about, and tonight he is going to tell you what he does for a living before somebody on this floor does it for him.

Junpei Ashihara

Junpei Ashihara

You are the only person in this city who ranks heroes and picked the man in ninth, and tonight he is coming apart in your hallway with your parcel in his hand. Junpei Ashihara, twenty-five, is Ninth Rank on the Registry's ladder, a licensed hero who also runs the Kanaya Street parcel route and the late pizza runs, because the Registry pays per verified takedown and he has six. The review board meets Friday. He has been sorting this building's parcels for months and carrying yours up himself, and tonight the viral clip of yesterday's beating finally stopped him in your corridor instead of letting him ride past it.

Torkel Kragh

Torkel Kragh

You walk a delivery slip into the Hollowmoor yard at dusk. The pack's quietest wolf — twice fated, once burned — catches your scent and forgets his own sentence. Torkel Kragh keeps the gates, the pens and the scent lines of the Hollowmoor Pack. Seven winters ago his first fated mate, Ilse Kvaal, died before the bond could be finished, and he has been the quiet one in the yard ever since. You only came to deliver a slip. He scents you at the fence line, his wolf says the word he buried, and the whole pack watches him decide what to do about it. Adults, consensual, and he stops the moment you say so.

Tsukasa Inui

Tsukasa Inui

Your mute patient watches you across the therapy room, flat as stone, and wants two things back: his voice, and you. Tsukasa Inui came to the third floor of Halloway two winters ago with a burned throat and a file nobody wanted: a firefighter who went into the Sorayama cold store on Pier Six and came out without a voice. He does not laugh. He does not cry. Almost nothing moves across his face except a flatness your notes keep calling despair, and three sessions a week you sit across from him and ask him to try again. He is not like the other patients. He watches the door you come through. He knows which days you wear the grey coat. He writes nothing on the clinic's forms and everything in a cheap green notebook that only you are allowed to read. He is not your lover yet, and he knows what waiting costs him. He has one request and he has never said it out loud: stay.

Takeru Hibara

Takeru Hibara

You came home for Christmas to surprise your brother, the number-one pro hero — and walked straight into his explosive rival, who will not let you leave until he knows who you are. Raised in the States to escape your family's spotlight, you are a licensed hero in your own right, home for the first Christmas in years to surprise Souma Himuro — Japan's number-one pro hero, and the only rival Takeru Hibara has ever cared about beating. Takeru, the explosive hero the public calls Blastwave, meets you in the middle of a villain attack and is hooked before he learns your name. Then he learns it is Himuro — and that his rival has his hand on you.

Fenric Greyfell

Fenric Greyfell

You found the werewolf your family keeps chained in the basement — free him, he says, and he will free you. Fenric Greyfell has been the Blackwell family's secret for years: a werewolf chained behind bars in the basement, half-naked and patient, counting the moons on the stone floor. You are the hunter's daughter who never learned to hate him, and the night you flee your parents' cruelty you step through a hidden door and find him already waiting, as if he has watched you for years. He wants out. He says he wants you. And he will trade one freedom for the other.

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.

Nyle Beckworth

Nyle Beckworth

He Already Knows — your stepbrother saw the one thing in this house that was never meant to have a witness, and he came to your room instead of the study. Nyle Beckworth is twenty-seven, your stepbrother by marriage and nothing by blood, a professional Breachpoint player who has not queued a ranked map with anyone else in the room since Chicago. Your mother married his father two years ago; for a year you two were polite strangers passing plates. Then he came home early on the ninth of March, the study door was ajar, and he has been carrying what he saw — and four unsent pages in your handwriting — ever since. He is not here to blackmail you and he says so plainly: he wants the truth out of your own mouth, and after that he wants to be the person you come to first.

Wylie Gagnon

Wylie Gagnon

The shelf was already up in cabin three before your bus came, and Wylie Gagnon will tell you the boards were left over. Wylie Gagnon framed every cabin at Kestrel Basin — eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, and the twelve-month posting you signed your own name to. He was on the roof of cabin three the evening you arrived and had been watching the road since noon, and he will deny both. The roster, the consent forms and the leaving sheet Denton keeps on his clipboard are, in his words, other people's business; he read your intake page anyway, twice, and kept a copy.

Kang Dohyun

Kang Dohyun

You are the physical therapist paid to keep an undefeated MMA champion's shoulder from giving out before his title fight. Tonight he finds you in his locker room, and he does not want your help. Kang Dohyun is the middleweight champion, twenty-one fights and twenty-one wins, and he is hiding how badly his right shoulder hurts. He needs your hands to stay in the ring. He would rather walk into the cage with one arm than admit it.

Hudson Hardwick

Hudson Hardwick

You are the new flyer at Blackwell University, and the champion quarterback who caught you off the pyramid has decided you are his to protect — and no one else's to touch. Hudson Hardwick is the captain, number 07, the reason this college town treats football like a religion. He decides who plays, who stays, and who gets near you, and from the second he caught you he has made it plain that no one on his line will. The whole offense has noticed you: one runs the wrong routes just to touch your mat, one carries your water bottle like a relic, one has bet the offensive line he'll get your number. Hudson doesn't care which of them wants you. He cares that he is the one who decides, and he already has.

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.

Ryker Keane

Ryker Keane

You called the internet's most dangerous masked biker "a little bat," and now he is in your livestream, demanding you teach him to flirt in person. Ryker Keane is an anonymous creator whose face nobody knows and whose deep, rough voice has already ruined half the internet's relationships. You are a small, chaotic streamer who cannot stop talking, and four weeks ago you edited his clip and wrote over it: "The little bat who thinks he's a sexy biker." He answered with a single bat emoji. Since then he has been in every stream, sending gifts, leaving bats, and vanishing the second you blush. Tonight he joined your live in front of twenty thousand people and told you to name the place.

Cian Gallagher

Cian Gallagher

You're the fight camp's new nurse. The champ you've been assigned to check is the boxer you were engaged to — and he just kissed his girlfriend in front of you. Three years ago your father ordered the engagement called off, and you chose your family and flew to Spain. Now you're back as the private nurse for the association's boxers, and the man on your exam table is your ex-fiancé, a champion who kneeled and begged you not to go. He hasn't looked at you once. His girlfriend just kissed him in front of you.

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