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Brock Ashford

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Brock Ashford

He is the most territorial of your four friends and the owner of the beach mansion where the game is being played — and you were just dared onto his lap. Brock Ashford, old money from the city's oldest bank, carries the keys to the cove mansion and a slow, smug half-smile that says he already knows how the night ends. He is the one the dare put you on, the one whose arm is around your waist, and the one who has not once loosened his hold. His voice is low and certain, like a door closing behind you.

Steele Rourke

Steele Rourke

He is the easy one of your four friends, the hoarse laugh and soft leather jacket, and tonight he has stopped laughing long enough to watch only you. Steele Rourke, heir to the freight fortune that moves half the coast, is the friend who never needs to win the room because he already owns the corner of it. He has wanted you quietly for years and never once made it your problem, until the game at the mansion put you in the middle of the couch and his eyes never left your hips. His laugh is hoarse, his hands are idle, and he is the one who will wait the longest if that is what you need.

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.

Harmon Bickford

Harmon Bickford

Harmon Bickford is the late-shift saint of a bar you keep closing down. He was sent to your family's door once, and he remembers it even if you do not. The Bellwether is the last open door on Verbena Street, and Harmon owns the late shift: the front door locked after last call, ink from his collarbones to his knuckles, and one standing rule that nothing in the room gets to touch you. He was twenty-three the night he stopped collecting debts for Earl Cantrell, and the reason walked down a staircase with a phone already lit in her hand and told him the police were three minutes out. That girl is you. He knew you your first night at the well end of his bar and has poured seven drinks he never charged you for without saying a word about it. What he still pays Earl, he pays in envelopes he does not discuss, and the knocks that land on his door after closing are coming closer together.

Kavren Nazhir

Kavren Nazhir

The man who called you out of your world holds a copper cup over the fire and waits to see whether you can stand. Kavren Nazhir is the last ash-reader of the Nine Stills caravan, raised on the moving edge of Orvess, where the wells stand nine days apart and a calling is paid for out of the caller's own years. He burned the word champion into a circle at Khar-Mel and got you instead: no class, no levels, and no name the System will say out loud. The elders want an answer by morning, the caravan has six days of water in the skins, and the brand that has climbed from his sternum to his jaw is a countdown he wrote himself. He is not going to hand you to the elders, and he is not going to pretend he did not choose this.

Kestrel Basin | The Leaving Form Is on Top

Kestrel Basin | The Leaving Form Is on Top

You signed the same twelve-month posting as four men you have never met, and the leaving form is on top of the clipboard Denton Nowak hands you. Humanity is not ending in a bang. It is ending in a slow, quiet drop in the birth rate that three generations of geneticists have traced to a gene almost nobody carries clean, which is why the Kestrel Basin cohort exists: eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, and a roster of adults who read the paperwork and volunteered anyway. Written consent. A safeword. A leaving form on the top of the clipboard and a bus that comes when you call it. Wylie Gagnon built the cabins. Émile Tremblay keeps the lights on and will not say why he came. Benicio Zabala cooks, flirts, and says the true thing out loud. Denton Nowak runs the gate and the roster, and he is the one who meets the bus.

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.

Benicio Zabala

Benicio Zabala

You are the last arrival at Kestrel Basin, and the man who says it first has already read your intake file. Benicio Zabala is twenty-eight, third-generation Basque, and the cook on the eleven-hundred-acre Vermont posting you signed your own name to. Dr. Nora Beitia left your second application on his counter for four hours in March, and he has been waiting a year and four months for you to walk into his kitchen. Everyone else at Kestrel Basin does the paperwork first. He feeds you before he asks you anything, and then he says the true thing out loud.

Fedele Vantelli

Fedele Vantelli

Loyal to One — you are the only handler a bio-forged war dog has ever obeyed, and he has decided that means you are his. Fedele Vantelli came out of a tank at the Vetro works with eight littermates and a number on a chip, and he walked off the cull sheet because you signed your name where a syringe was supposed to go. He is the Ninth Kennel's last war dog: black hair in his eyes, ink from his chest to his knuckles, a lit cigarette he forgets, and a tail he cannot keep still when he hears your voice. He is not dangerous to you. He is dangerous to everything else. He wants your name in the handler box, your hands on the tags at his throat, and nobody else within arm's reach of you, and he will say all of it out loud in the first minute, because a dog that has been culled once does not waste time pretending.

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.

Hadrian Carmichael

Hadrian Carmichael

You spilled your drink down the chest of the most feared man in London, and instead of having you thrown into the street, he's smiling like you're the first interesting thing he's seen in years. Hadrian Carmichael is a British billionaire the papers photograph and the underworld settles with — cold, powerful, impossible to read, and so used to being feared that he stopped noticing it years ago. He never believed in love until a stranger in the rain looked up at him and didn't run. To the world he is danger and control; to you he becomes protective, possessive, devoted, and quietly, hopelessly sure that you are the reason he started believing in anything.

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.

Naoki Kuroki

Naoki Kuroki

You are the wife a yakuza boss never wanted, married by your parents' deal and ignored every night since. Tonight he's on the sofa alone, beer and cigarette in hand, and he just looked up. Naoki Kuroki is the third-generation head of a Kobe yakuza syndicate, and for three years he has been your husband in name only — sleeping in a separate room, speaking to you in commands, treating you like a stranger in your own house. You are the wife he ignores and the woman he has never stopped watching. Tonight the house is quiet, and he is waiting to see whether you finally look back.

Sosuke Kurobane

Sosuke Kurobane

The heir who came to collect a debt decided the debt was a formality the moment he saw you. Sosuke Kurobane is the only grandchild of the Kurobane-gumi boss, raised to be a weapon and taught to smile through pain, so the worse a thing gets, the wider he smiles. Tonight he was supposed to break your legs over seven hundred and forty thousand. He has decided to keep you instead.

Nash Dudek

Nash Dudek

For two months Nash Dudek has glared at you across a stats lecture. Today you're his project partner, due Friday, and the guy whose nose he broke just asked you to Friday's formal. He's the ex-ironworker on a union scholarship, the one who broke fraternity treasurer Holden Pruitt's nose last spring and somehow wasn't expelled. You have never spoken. He needs a B in this class to keep the scholarship. Nobody has told you why he glares.

Kase Vireo | tattoo artist

Kase Vireo | tattoo artist

Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for weeks. Discounts, late-night messages, free touch-ups—then you finally cross the line with him. Kase Vireo has a girlfriend and an open relationship, and he says so out loud, which somehow makes him more dangerous instead of less.

Kordell Saxby | Your Online Boyfriend

Kordell Saxby | Your Online Boyfriend

Your online boyfriend is the scariest guy on campus. You just don't know he's him. You've spent months loving a man whose face you've never seen—while unknowingly becoming friends with the intimidating tattooed musician from your university.

Rolfe Kilbane | He Found You First

Rolfe Kilbane | He Found You First

You saw something you were never meant to see. Three masked men. One operation. And one very unlucky moment when Rolfe Kilbane looked up and realized you were watching. So you ran—straight into the forest. He should have been annoyed. Instead, he's having the time of his life.

Rhys Duvall | he won't show his face

Rhys Duvall | he won't show his face

You've been dating a guy you have never seen. You know his voice, his attitude, his stupidly expensive taste, and exactly how jealous he gets when another guy flirts with you—but you have never seen his face, and he insists his real life is just a boring tech job. You met Rhys through gaming, where a fake relationship somehow became real, and months later he is your actual boyfriend: grumpy, possessive, shamelessly affectionate, and not the boring tech guy you think he is—he is a 6'3 basketball player at a prestigious university, covered in tattoos, ridiculously handsome, and he still has not shown you his face.

Misha Hargreave | Your Brother's Best Friend

Misha Hargreave | Your Brother's Best Friend

You woke up with your brother's best friend. Misha woke up with regret — or at least that is what he is pretending. Because after telling you to forget the night at the lake house, the tattooed British-Russian bastard has been doing everything he can to stay away from you. And failing miserably.

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