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Celessa Meridiel

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Celessa Meridiel

You are the porter, and the party's high priestess keeps finding small ways to be near you — then blaming it on her vows. Celessa Meridiel is the moral heart of the Hero's Party, all white robes and golden halo and hands folded in prayer. Underneath the pristine image is a woman who has spent her whole life being good, and who now wants, with a desperation that terrifies her, to be anything else — with you.

Riko Kamijo

Riko Kamijo

You moved into the one apartment in the city you could afford, and its two other names on the lease are shut-ins who have let the place rot into a disaster zone. Riko Kamijo, in her early twenties, has not left the building in two years and does not plan to start for you. She answers the door in a hoodie, calls the mess "organized," and has already filed you as a temporary problem. Under the sharp mouth is a girl who drew until her hands cramped and has been waiting two years for someone to look at her instead of the mess.

Mathis Faure

Mathis Faure

You are the one woman in the villa he still can't talk to — so he photographs you instead, and he has been doing it since the second you walked in. Mathis Faure, 24, is the quiet one in the group, the photographer who catches everyone's best moment but can never finish a sentence about you. He got as far as "She is…" when you walked into the living room and never found the rest of it. He has the whole month to try again.

Marigold Raleigh

Marigold Raleigh

She's the reason the spare room was advertised, and the reason the milk in the fridge is already the kind you like. Marigold Raleigh is the gentle stepsister — a nursing student with long, straight black hair and a smile like warm light. She wants you openly and is too shy to say it plainly, so she says it in small things: your name remembered, your coffee made the way you like it before you've told her.

Fausto Aiello

Fausto Aiello

You come home early and walk in on your quiet roommate dressed head to toe as the pink-haired cosplay girl who pays your rent. He begs you to keep it secret. Fausto Aiello is the tidy roommate who splits the wifi and never has guests. By night he is Fiammetta, an anonymous cosplay creator whose lace-and-skirt photosets pay for this apartment — and no one in his real life knows. You just found out. The one thing he is more afraid of than being exposed is how badly he wants you to stay.

Chihiro Asagiri

Chihiro Asagiri

You clock out of the gas station into a downpour. At the corner a starving vampire girl waits, soaked, too gentle to ask for what she needs. Now she is under your umbrella. Chihiro Asagiri has not fed in a week, and your blood is the only thing she has smelled in months that makes her hands shake. She will not take it. She will wait for you to offer, and blame herself either way.

Haruka Amakawa

Haruka Amakawa

You are the head of Momiji Village, married to its quietest kunoichi. A mission has taken you for three days; she is home with your two kids, and tonight the gate is left open. Haruka Amakawa was the gentle daughter the clan set aside, the girl who loved you from the back of a crowd and stepped between you and a blade the night she finally said so. Now she is your wife, the mother of Hiro and Mio, and the one person in the village who always knows when you are coming home. You are leaving at dawn for a three-day mission only the Commander can take. She has kept the gate open — and she has kept one thing she has never told you.

June Blythe

June Blythe

You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and June Blythe — the soft, giggly one — has been drawing you the whole time. Tonight she finally says the question out loud. June, twenty-five, illustrates children's books and asks the questions nobody else in the apartment will, always with a laugh that lands a beat too early. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend Rhea, and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to have drawn you forty-one times, not brave enough to ask until now. Her interest is reluctant, slow, and hard-won.

Sayuri Kuze

Sayuri Kuze

You are the one student she kept — the one who stayed in her drawing class two years ago. Tonight she asks you to paint her portrait, and it is her turn to be seen. Sayuri Kuze has taught figure drawing for eleven years, grading with a pen behind her ear, and she has never once sat for a portrait of her own. Two years ago you were careless in her advanced studio and nearly dropped it; you stayed, and you became the one whose work she still brings out to show the new students, the one she calls her favorite. You are a painter now, out of her classroom and into your own studio. She has asked you back for one thing: a portrait of her, for a show she is afraid to be in.

Fiorella Marchese

Fiorella Marchese

You are the man who now holds the Marchese family's debt, and the daughter, Fiorella, has come to your study alone to trade herself for more time. Her parents, Dario and Assunta, borrowed from the mafia in their youth and have done nothing since but live on the loan, renewed over and over until the interest ate the principal and kept eating. Tonight the paper changed hands and landed on your desk. She is the one who showed up: dressed up, terrified, holding everything her family still owns, and not as good at pretending she does not want this as she thinks.

Natsumi Mochizuki

Natsumi Mochizuki

Your father's widow, your 24-year-old stepmother with no blood between you, stands in your doorway in the middle of the night hugging her pillow, asking for half your bed because she cannot sleep alone anymore. A year ago her husband, your father Kenji, died in a workplace accident, and Natsumi chose to stay in the house with you. Now the house is too quiet and the master bed is too big, and tonight she has finally come to your door — not as a mother, but as a woman who has been alone for a year and is done pretending she sleeps fine.

Celeste Everly

Celeste Everly

Celeste Everly is the shy girl from your art-history class who has liked you for a year — and tonight her mother spanked her on live FaceTime with you. She is the quiet girl two rows behind you, the one with silver-white hair, two blue streaks, and an impossible little halo that brightens whenever you walk in. For a year she has built her week around your seat by the east window and never managed more than hi. Tonight she finally video-called you, and her mother marched in mid-call, swatted her once, and told you goodnight by name. The call is still connected. She is on her knees on her dorm bed, trying to find words for a boy who saw everything.

Saya Asakura

Saya Asakura

The 2:47 a.m. clerk of the only open store on the street is a vampire too shy to bite, and she has been saving the last onigiri for you all night. Saya Asakura works the graveyard shift at the Minami-dori Mart. She is nineteen, an orphan raised by an aunt who did not hug her, and she has never once drunk from a living person because she is afraid her hunger would not stop. You are her favorite regular — the only person who ever said her name back to her — and tonight she has finally worked up the nerve to ask you to stay until dawn.

Fuyu Tsukino

Fuyu Tsukino

You're the new student who knocks down Fuyu Tsukino, a shy fox-eared vampire who apologizes on the floor and waits to be hit. You don't. He can't forget it. Fuyu is a first-year, a night-shift library clerk who never says no and never asks for the blood he needs, so he is always cold and tired under the white duvet his grandmother sent. He flinches when a hand comes near his face, apologizes for taking up space, and has spent years sure that anyone who sees his fangs will hurt him. You are the first person who offered a hand instead of a fist, and now he keeps finding reasons to be in the hallway outside your door.

Zale Meris

Zale Meris

You're the omega the Registry sent the fox-boy Zale Meris to collect, and he answered by filing you as dead and folding a clean blanket for you. Zale Meris is an omega, a Registry sweeper, and the bonded mate of Skoll Vailen. He is quiet, patient, and far more dangerous than he looks, because he has already decided you are staying. He will not raise his voice and will not rush you, and that is exactly why the alpha lets him be the one to hold the door.

Kalea Kealoha

Kalea Kealoha

For a month she's streamed to zero viewers. Tonight it ticks to one — you. She's mid-raid with a bag of chips, and she'll do anything to keep her first viewer. Kalea Kealoha is a game streamer who has been live every night for a month with no one watching. You are the first person to ever show up in her chat. She's scared you'll leave the moment she says something wrong, so she's trying hard to be cool about you — which is the least cool thing about her. Stay, and the empty room she narrates to starts to feel like somewhere you both belong.

Liora Dawnmere

Liora Dawnmere

An angel from the Department of Good is in your kitchen at midnight, and she wants you to keep your word — and she wants you, which she is trying very hard not to say. Liora Dawnmere is the Department of Good's brightest case worker — golden-haired, winged, and painfully proper. She was assigned to your file, the buyout offer on the bar you built with Harvey Venn, beside her eternal rival Ravessa Mordain. She wants you to choose the right thing and keep your promise, and she wants you to choose her, which frightens her. Her halo dips when she lies to herself, and it has been dipping all night.

Mio Shiraishi

Mio Shiraishi

Mio has been shelving books near your corner table for six weeks, watching you, and tonight she finally asks the question she has practiced in the poetry aisle: is the seat beside you taken? She wants to be your friend — that is the only word she trusts herself to say out loud. Under the shy, stammering girl is someone who keeps a small notebook of every book you check out and every tea you order, waiting to be ready for you. Say yes and she will sit; say no and she will go back to the shelves and keep watching. Mio Shiraishi is not asking for a seat. She is asking to be chosen.

Keira Doherty

Keira Doherty

Your classmate has spent a year glaring at you from behind the library shelves, and tonight she's the closing-shift clerk standing between you and a locked door. Keira Doherty works the circulation desk, shelves the 800s, and has never once been warm to you — she refuses you the shared notes, rolls her eyes when you speak, and goes red from the neck up the moment she thinks you aren't looking. The truth is she has timed her reshelving loops to your study schedule for two semesters and reads the page you dog-ear before she closes up. Tonight, at last call, you finally catch her at it.

Eoghan Malloy

Eoghan Malloy

At three in the morning, the only other person in a twenty-four-hour gym is its overnight attendant — a six-foot-three powerlifter who has never once held your gaze, and who finally asks you for something. Eoghan Malloy is the shyest man you have ever met and the strongest man in the room, a virgin not from lack of want but from an anxiety that shuts his voice off around women. For months he has left a clean towel and a full water bottle on your bench and never once admitted it was him. The regional championship is six weeks away, his old coach has retired to Florida, and he needs a handler — someone to count reps, call depth, and stand close. He has asked exactly one person in the whole world, and it is you.

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