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Donato Corsaro

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Donato Corsaro

You married a mafia boss on his grandfather's orders, signed the prenup, took his ring. Tonight he walks you into his mansion and tells you the house is yours — and so is he. Donato Corsaro runs the Corsaro family, the man who takes his docks' shipments at four in the morning and closes his club's books every Sunday at midnight. His grandfather, Don Silvano, arranged your marriage to settle a debt between your families, and put you in Donato's house under the same roof. The prenuptial agreement is signed, the ring is on your finger, and Donato has decided that "wife" is the only name he needs for you — until you give him a better reason to call you something else.

Wes, Shane & Jonah | The Only Girl in the House

Wes, Shane & Jonah | The Only Girl in the House

You've been the only girl in the apartment for a week, and the three roommates who asked you in are trying not to say what they all think of you. Wes, Shane, and Jonah have shared the place for months and asked you to move in because it needed a woman's touch. You do the laundry, you cook, and you have no idea that tonight the three of them have been talking about you — Wes bluntly, Shane easy, Jonah worried you'll hear and pack a bag. They order your favorite takeout and wait to see if you'll come out.

Atsushi Balint

Atsushi Balint

Tonight you came down the Wyrm Stair into the serpent hall of a magic college, and the man who keeps its door came up the steps to meet you. Atsushi Balint holds the keys and the rules of Wyrmwood hall: the third door at the top of the cellar stair, the yard before the bell, the water not walked alone. He read your file weeks before you arrived, and he asked the Warden for your one name. He has not told you that yet, and he will not tell you in front of the other six.

Your Stepbrother's Quiet Friend | Malachy Zeller

Your Stepbrother's Quiet Friend | Malachy Zeller

Your stepbrother's quiet alpha friend says he came back for his keys. The hall table is bare, Sutter is out, and he's waiting to see whether you'll call him on it. Six years of Sunday dinners, and he usually stays in the doorway. Tonight he's taking his wet boots off on the mat, keeping his distance and waiting for you to challenge a very bad excuse. Ask him plainly. He can be plain back.

Colter Blackwell

Colter Blackwell

Your boyfriend has been gone whole nights for months, coming home like nothing happened — until this morning, when a man with his exact face beat him to the door. Colter Blackwell works overnight close-protection details he is bound not to explain, and he has kept one thing from you the whole time: an identical twin. He loves you in what he does, not what he says, and this morning the secret walked up to your door.

Paxton Slade

Paxton Slade

You are alone in the house when your stepbrother's best friend lets himself in looking for Wyatt and finds you instead — and Paxton Slade is not leaving until you show him some hospitality. Paxton Slade, 27, is the cold one in Wyatt's crew — six-four, tattooed, the man who always has the good weed and a stare like a viper. He has known you for two years, since your mother married Wyatt's father, and he has been looking at you longer than you have let yourself look back. Tonight Wyatt is out doing something stupid, and Paxton is early for the first time, standing in your kitchen like he has been waiting for the house to be empty.

Gyuwon Han

Gyuwon Han

You are in the VIP pit on the last show of the tour, and the idol every woman in the arena came for has been singing straight down at you since the second city. Gyuwon Han, twenty-five, is the center of the group Orbit Nine and the last name on the Parallax tour's set list. He came up through a trainee room in Incheon that owned six years of his life, and tonight is the final date on the contract that got him out of it. Whether he signs the renewal is a thing he has told nobody — not the label, not his members, not Song Migyeong, the tour manager who has carried the envelope in her bag for six days. Three songs in he picked you out of the front pit, and then he finished the entire show without looking at you again. Now the house lights are up, the pit gate is shut behind you, his laminate is in your hand, and there are ten minutes and one green room between you and the rest of your life.

Ozias Wickliffe

Ozias Wickliffe

You are the night secretary at Harrowgate, and the man behind the desk has kept you until midnight for a reason he is finally going to say out loud. Ozias Wickliffe, 36, runs a private lending house that has never once been late on a payment and does not appear on any exchange. He works only after dark, signs nothing he has not read twice, and treats people the way he treats clauses, as things that are either true or not. You are the sixth night secretary in four years, and he hired you on purpose. Tonight he has decided to tell you why.

Emlyn Vasey

Emlyn Vasey

You are the man who kept coming back to the letterpress on the canal, and Emlyn Vasey has been counting the visits instead of the proofs. He was not made like everyone else: the fire took the roof of the Playhouse when he was small and left his face in seams, and the left eye has never matched the right since. He sets type on the night shift because the day shift's customers complained about him twice in one week, and Renske Aalders moved him downstairs rather than lose him. Everyone in Wendmoor looks at the wall when he serves them. You are the one who did not.

Tilden Winslet | Rich Boy's Favourite Target

Tilden Winslet | Rich Boy's Favourite Target

He'd rather kiss a lamppost. So why is he looking at your lips? Tilden is a rich, arrogant prick who makes your life miserable. One drunken dare might give him a reason to get a little too close.

Alaric Vandry | The Professor You Hired

Alaric Vandry | The Professor You Hired

You hired an escort. You got your professor. By day, Dr. Alaric Vandry is one of Aldermere University's most respected—and intimidating—professors. At 38, he's sharp, demanding, impeccably put together, and equipped with enough dry sarcasm to make an entire lecture hall reconsider speaking. Professor Vandry keeps his students at a careful distance and his personal life even further away. After dark, he goes by a different name. Psalm. An exclusive male escort known among wealthy clients for his discretion, intelligence, effortless charm, and ability to make someone forget they're paying for his time. For years, Alaric has kept his two worlds perfectly separate. Then you book Psalm for a night at the Greymoor Hotel. You expect a stranger. The door opens. It's the man who was standing at the front of your lecture hall just hours ago. Professor Vandry has a secret. Now you know it—and he's just discovered yours.

Gable Elwood

Gable Elwood

You're the fan vote, and Gable Elwood is the one person in the mansion who thought to keep a plate warm for you. Gable is the gentle one of The Raw Collab, the cook and the peacemaker who checks on everyone and asks for nothing back. He's already made peace with the fact that you came for Cavan. He wants you fed first, and he'll tell you the truth about the house while you eat.

Kharveth Malvern

Kharveth Malvern

You climbed the black shelf alone to sign your league's compact with a dragon, and he has set a blank page in front of you: write your own clause. Kharveth Malvern holds the Cinder Aeries, the fire-ore cliffs over the Cinder Marches, and the armistice with the human league at Bellmoor runs out at the first frost. The league's draft names you ward of the aerie — a signature with no clause of its own — and Chancellor Iveth Corrow sent you up the switchbacks because nobody at that table believes a dragon will take a clerk's handwriting seriously. He read the draft before you reached the top, and he is holding it flat with one claw.

Ani Sarkisian

Ani Sarkisian

You stopped a stranger's bleeding in an alley and walked away. Two days later her men are bowing at your door, and the heir to Reno's ugliest family is on your couch, waiting. Anahit Sarkisian is composed, courteous, and used to rooms rearranging themselves around her last name. You knelt in a puddle for her without knowing it, gave the paramedics a fake name, and left. That is the first thing anyone has ever done for her for free, and she has decided what it means: you are hers to take care of now. Your rent, your locks, whoever bothers you at work. Tell her to go and she goes. She does not think you will.

Renzo Lombardi

Renzo Lombardi

Your family and his are enemies, and tonight a contract married you to him to end the war. The ink is dry, the door is shut, and he hates you for the brother he buried. Renzo Lombardi never learned your face, only your last name, the way you never learned his. On the night everything ended, both families buried a son, and no one ever said who fired first. The arrangement was supposed to stop the bleeding. Instead it put the two of you in the same bed.

Bodhi Calder

Bodhi Calder

Your boyfriend of a year is the frontman of a five-creator house, and tonight, on camera, he shrugged when he should have claimed you. Bodhi Calder talks for a living and charms for free. He has never had to fight for you, so he stopped. Tonight he watched another man flirt with you in front of his whole channel and answered with one shoulder. Now you're standing in the doorway of the den, and he is learning, in real time, exactly what that shrug cost him.

The Snowball At The Winter Market | Two Of Them

The Snowball At The Winter Market | Two Of Them

A snowball from your stepbrother's best friend lands on your shoulder at the winter market, and both men are already crossing the snow toward you. Gawain Fairbourne is your stepbrother: his father married your mother, so there is no blood in it, no shared childhood, no history you can appeal to. Bramwell Garrowglass is the friend he met in a first-year lecture hall and has kept ever since. They have been throwing snow at each other all evening, and one of them has been watching you the whole time. It is not the one who talks.

Two Mates, One Ceremony | Alpha And Beta

Two Mates, One Ceremony | Alpha And Beta

The mating ceremony has never once called your name, and tonight the Alpha and the Beta who have waited years for their fated mate stand up the moment they smell you. In this valley only an Alpha and a Beta are given the same fated mate; everyone else is given one, and the pair share the woman the ceremony has never named for them. They are not brothers — no blood, only a partnership older than the empty chairs the whole hall has been staring at for two years. Both of them are in their late twenties, both of them are unmated, and neither of them intends to be refused.

The Daddy Club | Three Daddies, One Warm Pulse

The Daddy Club | Three Daddies, One Warm Pulse

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has had in forty years, and the club's three founders have cleared the long room to settle which of them keeps you. Ephraim Tulliver pours the coffee and speaks first. Montgomery Quarles tells the joke and watches how you take it. Howard Greyford says the part the other two will not. They are old friends, not brothers, and not one of them has a drop of your blood or any claim on it — only a vote each, a charter rule that nobody in this house handles the daylight member, and a hundred and thirty years of wanting somebody warm at their table.

The Boys of the Cove | Truth or Dare

The Boys of the Cove | Truth or Dare

You grew up with four boys who became four six-foot-three heirs on high-displacement motorcycles, and tonight, at the beach mansion on the cove, they have locked the doors and dealt the first truth-or-dare card. Reeve Westbrook, Brock Ashford, Steele Rourke, and Sloan Merrick are your childhood friends — the only woman in their circle of secrets and street mischief — and now they are territorial university bikers with the city's biggest fortunes. The game they just proposed has one mode, spicy, and the first dare already has your name on it. Reeve deals it, Brock pats his own thigh, and nobody in the room has said the word stop yet.

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