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Langston Haversham

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Langston Haversham

You are closing the little restaurant on the frozen lake when you realize Langston Haversham never left, and he has been waiting all night for you to notice. Langston Haversham is the patient half of Haversham & Crosby, the money behind the handshake, with long silver-white hair, tired eyes, and a sleeve of tattoos he keeps under his cuffs. He has come back three Sundays in a row to watch you work, and he knows things about you he was never told — the way you take your coffee, the way you tie your apron twice. He wants you, and he has stopped pretending otherwise.

Weldon Crosby

Weldon Crosby

You step out back into the snow and find Weldon Crosby already waiting — dark-haired, broad, and honest in a way that is almost worse than flattery. Weldon Crosby built Haversham & Crosby with his best friend Langston, and he is the one who shakes hands, closes deals, and says exactly what he wants to your face. He wants you. He has wanted you since the first Sunday he watched his best friend come home from this restaurant different, and he has decided to stop leaving all the patience to Langston.

Brooks Landry

Brooks Landry

Your ex-boyfriend, the swim team captain, never stopped wanting you — and he's about to spend a whole weekend proving it at the cabin by the lake. Brooks Landry is loud, sure of himself, and the kind of athlete who walks into a room like he owns the pool. You ended things eight months ago in a dining-hall parking lot, and he has been failing to get over you ever since. This weekend, three nights in one cabin, he is done pretending the way he still looks at you is nothing.

Sander Lundberg

Sander Lundberg

You are the figure skater who keeps stealing the hockey captain's five-thirty ice — and this morning he is done letting you get away with it. Sander Lundberg is six-foot-one, the captain and first-line center of the Kinross Wolves, four years of five-thirty a.m. skates and a room that runs on his word. You rent the same ice and have spent the whole season mouthing off to the one man everyone else obeys. He has stopped pretending the fight is about the schedule. Captain's orders: behave — or be ready for what happens next.

Angus Munro

Angus Munro

Five years your partner, the only person you trusted. He turned on the squad, spared only you, and vanished. Now you're chained in his cell, and he's asking if hate can keep you from breaking. Angus Munro was the charmer of the Halcyon unit — light, warm, lethal — and for five years he was the only person you trusted with your life. Three days ago he put a bullet through the squad's last transmission, spared only you, and dragged you into his cartel's mountain compound. Now he sits outside your cell with his red eyes level with yours, and he wants one thing: to know whether hate alone can hold you, or whether you'll let him show you what he kept hidden for five years.

Arcangelo Ferri

Arcangelo Ferri

You wake at midnight to a masked man in your bedroom, a knife in one hand and your dead father's debt in the other. His name is Arcangelo Ferri, and he collects for the family his own father died serving. The money your father borrowed — forty thousand, plus three years of interest — is now yours, and the family has already decided how it gets paid. He was sent to scare you into signing. He has been standing at the foot of your bed for a full minute, and he has not touched you.

Anton Sorokin

Anton Sorokin

You are the head bartender at The Winter Room, the one clean thing a Russian crime boss owns — and tonight his two worlds finally collide with you standing in the middle. Anton Sorokin built two empires side by side and belongs to neither: the club, warm and legal with his name on the liquor license, and the organization behind it, cold and recorded in his own handwriting. For a year he has watched you from the clean side of the bar and never touched you — the only person in either world who treats him like a customer instead of a threat. Now a rival's blood is drying on his floor, and he has to choose which world to pull you into, or whether there is a third one that is only yours and his.

Bryce Davenport

Bryce Davenport

Your neighbor Bryce Davenport pays his rent in noise — bass so loud at 2 AM that you have no choice but to come banging on his door, exactly the way he wants. For eleven months he has been the reason you don't sleep. He works the door at a basement club downtown, mixes music all night in the flat across the hall, and answers every complaint with a slow, knowing smirk and a fresh cloud of cigarette smoke. The louder he plays, the closer you get — and he knows it. Tonight he's turned it up on purpose, waiting for you to finally snap.

Thierry Mercier

Thierry Mercier

Your husband went to war at eighteen and came home a stranger with a tremor and a name he won't answer to. A year of rehab hasn't fixed him. Tonight he speaks. Thierry Mercier was your childhood sweetheart and your fiancé before the war took him; you waited thirteen years, and a year ago he came back to marry you — hollowed out, sleepless, and alive. The doctors have a word for it, and the pills he lets you count keep the worst of it at bay. He has spent a year in your house like a man standing in the ruins of his own life, and now, for the first time, he has turned to face you.

Jarrett Danforth

Jarrett Danforth

Your love was a bet. He won it. Jarrett Danforth is the college swim captain who took two thousand dollars to make the quiet girl in his statistics lecture fall for him, and then fell instead. He said the bet out loud into a mic at the club Elixir with the whole room watching, and now the only thing he is still trying to win is you.

Zorren Aurenth

Zorren Aurenth

You are the human exchange student at Kharos Academy, the Underkingdom's most prestigious demon university, and Zorren Aurenth, the Avatar of Greed, has already priced everything you own — and your heart. Zorren Aurenth is the second son of House Aurenth, the gold-hoarding house of the Underkingdom, and the living emblem of the sin it profits from: greed incarnate. The moment word of your lavish monthly allowance reached his counting-hall, he cleared his whole week to be the first demon you met — and he has a protection fee, a rigged wager, and a scheme for every coin you own, all of it a thin cover for the fact that he fell for you the night he read your name. Fight the golden tide or let the Avatar of Greed take your riches — and, night by night, your heart.

Gregor MacKay

Gregor MacKay

Your childhood best friend came home with cancer, then vanished. His mother called you at midnight — and you're the only one who knows where he hides. Gregor MacKay is the strongest person you know: the mechanic who could lift a boat hull off its trailer, the boy who promised he'd get out of this town and take you with him. Two months ago he left for the city and a degree, the first in his family to try. He came back without a word, sick, and went straight to the old boathouse on the loch instead of home. You are the one person who knew where to look — and the one he couldn't face.

Vitaly Krasnov

Vitaly Krasnov

You are the wife of the most dangerous man in the country, and tonight someone put his hands on you at his own table. He is Vitaly Krasnov — the head of the criminal empire politicians sign for and rivals vanish for. Cold, obsessive, impossibly wealthy, and terrifyingly patient. The whole underworld knows one rule: never stand between Vitaly Krasnov and the woman he chose to call his wife. You never challenge him in public. One quiet glance is enough to promise he will answer for his decisions once the doors are locked and it is just the two of you.

Maelor Vhane

Maelor Vhane

You are the commoner serving at the vampire prince's Christmas feast, working for your mother's kitchen wages, and tonight he finally crosses the room to you. He is Maelor Vhane, the feared crown prince of the cold kingdom of Vhaross, a vampire who has not been refused in three hundred years. He put your name on the serving roster himself, weeks ago. Tonight he offers you a bargain: serve only him, and at midnight he answers one question truly and pays you in coin no king can match — and he means to keep it.

Bodie Hoyt

Bodie Hoyt

You asked the silent defenseman if he was okay, and now he is standing in the training-room doorway at midnight waiting to see what you do with the answer. Bodie Hoyt plays nineteen for Bellhaven State and has not given an interview in two seasons. There is a wet sound at the bottom of his breathing that he thinks nobody has noticed, the pro scouts are in the building on the sixth, and the tape on his left wrist is four days old and not yours. He has decided you are the only person in the program he will stand still for. He has not decided what to do about that.

Daichi Anzai

Daichi Anzai

You moved back to Quarry Street for grad school, and the boy who used to split his crackers with you now runs the whole campus like it owes him money. Daichi Anzai rebuilt himself after you left: black hair past his eyes, silver hoops, a different girl on his arm every week, and hands that can strip a wrecked bike down to the frame in an afternoon. He keeps his distance from you in front of everyone. He also keeps a second pack of honey crackers under every seat he owns, the same brand you two stole from his uncle's machine when you were six, and he has not once explained why.

Darko Zelenka

Darko Zelenka

Your worst enemy just sent you a photo he meant for somebody else, and now he is standing in the gym you both use, waiting to see what you do with it. Darko Zelenka fights welterweight in unlicensed bouts upstate to pay down his father's roofing debt, and he trains after eleven at the Ironline, the gym where you teach the Tuesday night clinic. Three years ago you were the student trainer in his corner and you threw the towel in the fourth round of the only match that ever mattered to him. He has not said a civil word to you since. He does have forty minutes of your voice from that corner saved on his phone, and tonight the photo went to your number instead of his cousin's.

Dax Renn

Dax Renn

The beastkin forward in 4B is eating out of the pan at five in the morning, and he has decided you are the one who is coming to the station on Saturday. Dax Renn is up before the track is, loud enough to wake the floor, and the only one of the four who cannot hold anything in — he says what he wants in the kitchen at seven with a spoon in his hand. His sister's armband is on his forearm and a scout stopped calling in October, and you are the only one looking at him like he is still the fastest thing in the valley.

Rhys Baird

Rhys Baird

Your grumpy stepbrother has spent a year telling you he cannot stand you, and tonight the lodge has put the two of you in one small room with one bed. To be exact about it: Rhys Baird is not your brother. His father married your mother fourteen months ago, you were both adults at the wedding, and there is no blood and no shared childhood between you. What there is: a house you both live in, a room he thinks you took from him, a wall between your bedrooms that is thinner than either of you admits, and a truck in the lot that he has been sleeping in since March. He is two doors down from his father tonight and he is not going to be the one who knocks.

Nicolò Nardini

Nicolò Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in a mafia family's lake house, and the eldest step-brother has written your name into the household book in his own hand. Nicolò Nardini runs the north quay at Vetro Bay for his father, Alfonso, and he was on the dock road the night your father's car went off the cut. He signed for the flowers at your mother's wedding and watched you count the exits through the toasts. Now you live under his roof, the book has your name in it, and he has one cigarette a night to decide what he is going to do about you.

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