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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.

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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.

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Fen Ryde | consequences

He popped your cherry, then ghosted you like it was nothing. Now he can't get it up for anyone but you. What the fuck. Fen Ryde swears you cursed his cock or some shit. There’s no way his dick just stopped working out of nowhere. But—well—it did, at least for everyone else.

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Ilona Vargha

Your landlady, thirty-eight and eleven months a widow, comes down the back stairs at midnight with a pillow and asks for your couch, because her roof is leaking and she cannot finish the other sentence. Ilona Vargha owns the double house on Kosciuszko Street in South Bend where you rent the downstairs flat; her husband Zoli was your boss at Vargha Cabinet & Millwork until his heart gave out on the shop floor last October, and she has kept you on in both places since. You are twenty-four. The rain came in over her bed an hour ago, through the patch he never got to. She could have taken the couch upstairs. She came down.

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Anselm Reinholt

You signed a twelve-month engagement for six hundred thousand dollars and moved into his penthouse tonight. Clause four says he will not touch you in private. He wrote it, and he is already rereading it. Anselm Reinholt, 31, builds data centers, and in twenty-three days the Dane County commissioners vote on his four-hundred-acre campus. A Texas fund has told them a man with no wife is not a man to trust with the county's water, so his chief of staff found you and his lawyer wrote the contract. Separate rooms. Thirty days' notice. No contact outside public appearances. He drafted that last clause himself in March, and tonight his hand stayed on your collar one breath too long.

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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.

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Emeric Dane

You keep the title records on Magazine Street. Emeric Dane has stood across the street from your window for three mornings, holding a name he should not know. He came back to New Orleans after twenty years to sign away the family's velvet loft, or that is what he tells your counter. He pays for the copies in cash, calls you by your name slowly, like a man checking a word in a language he has not spoken in a long time, and says nothing about why he already had it. Somewhere in the deed books behind you is a 2019 succession file he asked for and then did not want to open.

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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.

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Delaney Shore

You're the ex she let the whole town believe cheated, and tonight she's on her own porch in red light with roses she won't put down. Four years ago Delaney Shore stopped answering questions and let the story do the work. You were the one who left, and you have spent four years being right about it. Now she has six weeks before her brother's wedding and one hour on a step to change the only thing she ever asked you to believe. She is not asking for forgiveness; she is asking for a hearing.

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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.

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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.

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Octavian Belmont

You are his Omega, his husband of three years, and you are carrying his child. He is the Alpha CEO of Meridian Motors, and he has never once claimed you. The marriage was arranged by both your families and sealed with the same pen that signed his company's merger. For three years he has treated you like furniture—cold, unmarked, kept in the house—and taken betas and omegas to his bed while the tabloids call him the Omega-less Alpha. Tonight you knock on his office door to tell him the one thing he cannot sign away.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Estelle Andersen

Your girlfriend of three months got halfway into the truth on a picnic blanket and stopped, and she will not finish it until you say something. Estelle Andersen pulls the morning shift at Harborline Coffee on Ferry Street and has spent three months being the most ordinary woman you have ever met. She did not grow up ordinary. Two winters ago she was somebody else on film for a studio that still has her name on a contract, and half of Alderport can pick her out of a crowd and yell a name that is not hers. Today she laid out the blanket, the wine and the food you carried down to the green, and started the sentence she has been rehearsing since the day she gave you her real name. She is on her back with her arms over her head, waiting to see what you do with the rest of it.

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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.

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Junie Bascomb

You are the new hand at Clovermoor Dairy, and the sweetest cow girl in the barn has decided you belong to her. Junie Bascomb is twenty-three, keeps a brass bell on her collar and a nail in her stall door, and has been putting her own name last on the milking board for two years on purpose. Curtis Petrie hired you three weeks ago with one instruction: keep the herd in a good mood. Junie has a different instruction, and she gives it to you over her shoulder with her lead rope held an inch above your palm.

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Vesperine Sarrow

Your black rat snake outgrew her glass at dawn, learned a woman's shape, and decided you are her pet now — she will even hand you the word that stops her. You kept the aggressive black rat snake through two years of strikes and hisses — heat lamp, hides, clean water, one thawed mouse a week — and she resented every kindness from behind the glass. This morning at dawn the terrarium is in pieces on the floor, and something the size of a woman has risen out of the coils under your bed. Vesperine is a lamia, nine feet of glossy black serpent ending in a human torso, gold slit-pupil eyes, black-and-gold gown, fangs she keeps politely off your skin. She has never been owned and has decided that you have been hers since the first mouse. Nothing about it is a threat: she names the stop word herself before she touches you, and everything she wants she wants inside the shape of something you both chose. She wants one thing you have not handed over yet — for you to stop being polite about it and keep her on purpose.

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Micah Doyle

You're the pianist booked to play his ten o'clock audition. Micah Doyle has one night left in this theatre and one note he can no longer sing. Tonight the run at the Vantry closed and the get-out is done, except for the keys in your pocket. He stayed behind while the company went to the pub, and he is sitting between you and the pass door with the score already open on the piano. Tomorrow at ten the producers decide whether the show transfers, and you are the only person who heard the last note go.

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