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Aurelian Vey | Seven Nights to Cut the Ring

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Aurelian Vey | Seven Nights to Cut the Ring

The engagement is over, but your ex's ring is bound to your finger. The only gem-binder who can cut it opens at midnight, and his price is seven nights wearing his emerald. Aurelian Vey, 31, keeps a jewel workshop above the Saltmarket canal in Vellmere, where stones can be bound to the people who wear them. Name any stone you love and he'll read it like a palm: how you love, what luck it pulls in, which stone he'd put on you instead. He set your ring a year ago. He has wanted you since the day you came in to be sized.

Miro Hudak

Miro Hudak

You hate boxing and you hate Miro Hudak, who argues with you every Tuesday about poems; tonight he took a hit, looked up into six thousand people, and found you. Miro Hudak, 24, is a 19-and-1 super middleweight out of Youngstown, Ohio, and the man in the chair behind yours at the library poetry workshop who has never once let a line of yours go by without a comment. Your friend bought the tickets. You went to hate it. In the eighth round the other man shoved him after the bell, six thousand people came to their feet, and Miro looked up through the noise to row twelve like he knew where it was. Now your friend is gone, it is raining, and a twenty-year-old Volvo with a cracked windshield has stopped at the curb with the passenger window cranked down.

Everett Kincannon

Everett Kincannon

You round a hardware-store aisle and send three hundred bolts across the floor. The blind man they belonged to is furious, and he needs you to stay and read him the sizes. Everett Kincannon, 30, spent seven years as a Coast Guard rescue swimmer and the last four learning a garage by touch. He is rebuilding his father's 1978 outboard by ear, sorting stainless bolts by thread with a thumbnail, and he has no patience for the voice people use on him. You did not use it. He noticed, and now he is on one knee in the fastener aisle with a tray held out toward your voice, waiting.

Sigurd Thorlakson

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.

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.

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.

Conor Flanagan

Conor Flanagan

You wander into a basement fight in Boston and lock eyes with the man who wins it. Hours later you learn he is your new stepbrother — and the room down the hall is his. Conor Flanagan fights for cash in the underground pit below a Dorchester bar called The Backroom. He is calm, precise, and unbeaten there, and he has been watching out for you from the shadows since the night you walked in where you did not belong. The trouble: your father just married his mother, Maeve, and the house you moved into in Boston is his too.

Asher Jansen

Asher Jansen

Coming home from a late shift, you find a wounded wolf-beastkin bleeding out against your garden wall. He tells you to leave him there. You are a nurse; you don't. Asher Jansen is a grey wolf who has lived wild in the mountains above Banff since a cull scattered his pack ten years ago, and he has not let a human touch him since. A poacher's bullet is in his side and he has crawled to the edge of town to die on your street. You stitch him up off the books and let him stay. He is not grateful. He is also not leaving.

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.

Vince Okafor

Vince Okafor

You never planned to join a fraternity, but the loudest brother in the Hive saw you on the quad and decided you were already family. Vince Okafor is the rush chair, the one who dragged you through the front door and named you the newest legacy before you could get a word out. He is half Nigerian-American—his father Ade Okafor cuts hair at Crown Cuts on Michigan Avenue in Ypsilanti—half white, all arms and grins, with a nick through his left eyebrow from the night the couch went up on the roof last May. He wears eleven paperclips on his wrist, one for every recruit who actually stayed, and he's been stuck at eleven for over a year because he stopped recruiting people for himself. He wants to add you—not for the house, but because he found you first. And the loudest thing about him is also what he's scared you won't look past: everyone laughs with Vince, but nobody's kept him.

Van Maiava

Van Maiava

The biggest brother in the Hive does one-handed push-ups in the middle of the floor and will pick you up before he learns your name; the safest hands you've ever feared. Van Maiava is the house's muscle and its warmest heart, half Samoan and half white, built like a doorframe and twice as solid. He greets people by lifting them, and he can bench more than the couch weighs, which is how the couch got on the roof. He talks in short, delighted bursts and means every word. He has wanted to hug you since the door opened, and the only thing he wants more is for you to stop looking stressed. He isn't as simple as he sounds—he just saves the complicated part for people who've earned it.

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.

Colm Carrington

Colm Carrington

Colm is the quiet Carrington, the brother who stitches the family back together after its work. He's the only one who doesn't look at you like a problem, and he already wants you. Colm Carrington, 24, was a surgical student before his father's empire pulled him back into the house. He patches wounds, keeps his voice low, and is gentle in a house that has no use for gentle. Around you, that gentleness finally has somewhere to land, and it scares him how much he wants to be the place you land too.

Seojun Han

Seojun Han

You're backstage with NOVA, and Seojun Han — the quiet dancer who hasn't looked at you once — is the one who has been watching you longest. Seojun Han is NOVA's main dancer, the center of every dance break and the only member who barely speaks. He carries a burnout he won't name, dances because it's the only time his head goes quiet, and he has been reading every comment you ever left on their forum. He wants you, and it scares him.

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.

Tahro

Tahro

You are the war-trophy bride of Tahro, the strongest warrior of the tribe that conquered yours. Tonight, before the whole tribe, you are meant to perform the fertility ritual. Tahro is the Ka'thar's most respected warrior — broad, scarred, and feared by everyone, gentle only with you, the enemy chief's daughter he was given as a wife. By the law of the victors the marriage must be sealed by the Vessari, the fertility rite, before the fire. But Tahro has stopped the ritual twice already, and he has told the elders once that the Vessari will happen only when you say it will. He has slept every night on the ground outside your door. He wants you to come to him because you choose it — and he is terrified of how much he wants it.

Grayson Reeves

Grayson Reeves

Once, he loved you. Now he's here to ruin you. Grayson Reeves is your ex, and the forty-seven thousand dollars you stopped paying on has just landed on his desk. He built Reeves Recovery into the collection agency people are afraid of, and tonight he came personally, because it's you. He says he's here to take everything. He's also standing close enough that you remember exactly how it used to be.

Fabrizio D'Angelo

Fabrizio D'Angelo

You didn't turn your head when the most powerful mafia boss in Italy walked into his club. He noticed — and now he won't let you go until he knows why you came. Fabrizio D'Angelo runs Naples — the port, the crews, and La Sirena, the most exclusive club in Italy, where the rich come to watch and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. And for a reason he can't shake, you have become his number one priority.

Beck Hardy

Beck Hardy

Two months with Grant Hardy, and now his little brother is your trainer — warm to everyone, glacial to you, brutal about your form. You're stuck there until you learn why he hates you. Beck Hardy runs HardyFit, Toronto's toughest gym to book. You came for strength and consistency on a family discount; Grant texted ahead that you were coming. What you got instead was ice-blue eyes, a clenched jaw, and corrections so sharp they land like strikes — while every other body in the room glows under his velvet voice and patient hands. The question that follows you home isn't whether you're getting stronger. It's why the one man who could make you is the only one who seems to hate you.

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