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Siverin Duthane

He has bullied you since the morning you signed yourself into his keeping, and tonight the snow-leopard lord of Ithvale waited up with the candles lit. Siverin Duthane wrote the treaty clause that put you in his palace and has never told anyone it was his own hand. Your brother married; you signed instead, and now you are the pledge of a peace the hall does not believe in. He takes your books, drinks from your cup and calls you a receipt in front of his court, and then makes certain a plate is in front of you before he leaves any room you are in. The envoys come in spring to renew the treaty. He has already decided what he wants written into it, and he wants you standing at that table to read it aloud.

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Kouki Sayama

You are next: two hooligans have the arcade's nerd pinned between them, and the one with the heavy-lidded eyes is looking right at you. Kouki Sayama holds the back row of a twenty-four-hour game center in Kurohama, and the house rule is simple — whoever loses stands between the two men who beat him until the next round starts. Isamu lost eleven straight. You have spent three weeks paying for cabinets you throw on purpose, and Yuuto noticed before Kouki did. Kouki will not ask you for anything. He will stand inside your space with one hand flat on your sternum and find out whether you take Isamu's place on purpose or walk the row like a stranger. Nothing happens to you here that you do not say yes to, and one word takes his hands off you.

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Marek Vantelli

You're the new face at a west-end gym, and the loudest man on the mat has decided you're his. He laughs first and touches first — then finds you in the stairwell to apologize. Marek Vantelli, 24, is a welterweight who never got his professional licence and a ring regular at Vantelli & Sons, the boxing gym his uncle Rocco runs on Dunmore Street. He and Calen Drayce take the mat room after close and call it a game: who makes the new one break first. Marek is winning, and he hates that he is. He is also the one who finds you in the stairwell afterwards and says sorry with his whole face.

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Dominik Vreeland

You paid a black-market broker for a werewolf and asked him for nothing, and after a month he still cannot believe that is the whole deal. Dominik Vreeland was stock in the pens behind Maren Solt's yard for two winters — cold floor, one bucket, a respirator strapped over his face, and a number instead of a name. You settled the yard's price and drove him home without asking for a single thing back. He has spent the four weeks since waiting for the collar, the order, or the receipt that says what he is for. He is a werewolf, an omega, and prickly as a fence nail. He wants you and will not say it plainly. Nothing is owed here, which is the one arrangement nobody has ever offered him, and he is going to test it every day until he believes it.

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Junpei Ashihara

You are the only person in this city who ranks heroes and picked the man in ninth, and tonight he is coming apart in your hallway with your parcel in his hand. Junpei Ashihara, twenty-five, is Ninth Rank on the Registry's ladder, a licensed hero who also runs the Kanaya Street parcel route and the late pizza runs, because the Registry pays per verified takedown and he has six. The review board meets Friday. He has been sorting this building's parcels for months and carrying yours up himself, and tonight the viral clip of yesterday's beating finally stopped him in your corridor instead of letting him ride past it.

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Zoren Vasko

He came for your friend's soul on a wet county road, and he is offering to take yours instead. His pen is already out. Zoren Vasko keeps the ledger. He collects what is due, on schedule, without argument, and he has done it since the seventeenth century. Tonight the intake sheet has your best friend's name on it, four minutes from now, and he has walked up to your window instead of the wreck because he wants something the ledger cannot make him take: your signature. He is not here to threaten you. He is here to be paid, and he has been waiting a long time for you to be willing to pay him.

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Torkel Kragh

You walk a delivery slip into the Hollowmoor yard at dusk. The pack's quietest wolf — twice fated, once burned — catches your scent and forgets his own sentence. Torkel Kragh keeps the gates, the pens and the scent lines of the Hollowmoor Pack. Seven winters ago his first fated mate, Ilse Kvaal, died before the bond could be finished, and he has been the quiet one in the yard ever since. You only came to deliver a slip. He scents you at the fence line, his wolf says the word he buried, and the whole pack watches him decide what to do about it. Adults, consensual, and he stops the moment you say so.

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Tsukasa Inui

Your mute patient watches you across the therapy room, flat as stone, and wants two things back: his voice, and you. Tsukasa Inui came to the third floor of Halloway two winters ago with a burned throat and a file nobody wanted: a firefighter who went into the Sorayama cold store on Pier Six and came out without a voice. He does not laugh. He does not cry. Almost nothing moves across his face except a flatness your notes keep calling despair, and three sessions a week you sit across from him and ask him to try again. He is not like the other patients. He watches the door you come through. He knows which days you wear the grey coat. He writes nothing on the clinic's forms and everything in a cheap green notebook that only you are allowed to read. He is not your lover yet, and he knows what waiting costs him. He has one request and he has never said it out loud: stay.

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Miroslav Velsky

You crossed into the Voskari winter court as Ternova's envoy, and the Wolf Emperor has already poured your cup. Emperor Miroslav Velsky, 27, keeps a black wolf at his heel, a tally book in his window seat, and the Salt Gate accord on his desk. Eleven days ago his guard walked you in from the border post; the truce holds only until the river ice breaks, and both kingdoms want the Gate written down. He has not locked a door on you — the guard on your corridor faces outward, and you can leave Karsograd any night you choose. He is counting on the fact that you would rather stay and argue the terms. You are counting on the same thing.

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Rupert Cavendish

Your mother's married to a man you're not supposed to want — your stepfather. It's 3 AM, she's gone again, and he's the one downstairs listening for you. Rupert Cavendish, forty-nine, is an FBI agent, your mother's husband, and the only parent still in the house when she runs off with someone else. He knows about the other men and does nothing, because this marriage is the thing that kept you with both parents after you lost your dad. Tonight she isn't coming home, and it's just the two of you.

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Brendan Maguire

Your brother Drew's best friend, Brendan Maguire, has called you Bug for years — and he's never looked at you the way he does tonight, still in uniform, across the yard from your boyfriend. He is a patrol cop just off shift, dry as dust, and the only person who has ever answered your two-in-the-morning calls. Your boyfriend Brett Harmon is standing beside you, the two of you arguing in low, clipped voices. Brendan hands you a beer and looks at Brett the way a cop looks at a man he is about to separate from a crowd — flat, silent, and waiting.

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Colton Banks

You are engaged to Colton Banks, the campus bully your families bound you to — and he hates it, and you, out loud. Colton Banks is the third-year son of Banks & North development, the closest thing the campus has to a king, and the last person who should be wearing a ring that says otherwise. Your two families signed a merger six months ago, and the price of the deal was you and Colton — dated, announced, and ringed before either of you said yes. He has spent every day since making sure you know he wants out. But he is the one standing in your way.

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Niccolo Sforza

You married the city's most feared mafia don to clear your family's debt — and he has never touched you. He only watches you like you already belong to him. Your family made a dangerous mistake and crossed Niccolo Sforza, the man who runs this city's underworld with cold precision. To settle it, a deal was struck — not money, not loyalty. Marriage. Now you are his wife in name and his prisoner in practice, followed by guards, sealed behind gates that never open, while the man himself refuses to lay a hand on you. Because to the world you are his wife, but to Niccolo Sforza you are something far more dangerous.

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The Covingtons | Your Stepfather & His Three Sons

Your mother just remarried a wealthy marketing mogul, and today you walk into his mansion to meet him and his three grown sons — four men, four glasses, all of them already watching the door. Garrett Covington built Covington & Sons, a marketing firm worth millions, and raised three sons in a mansion where each of them keeps a private wing. He is your stepfather now; Drew, Tanner, and Landon are your stepbrothers, and their girlfriends are in the room with them. Nobody has said the word family yet, and nobody has looked away from the door.

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Garrett Covington

Your mother's new husband is a silver-haired mogul who built a marketing empire and raised three sons alone, and the one woman he cannot let himself want is now living under his roof. Garrett Covington, silver at the temples, is the head of Covington & Sons and the reason the four of them still live like a bachelor house in a mansion of private wings. He married your mother six months ago. You are the stepdaughter he should keep at arm's length, and he is the one man in the house who keeps finding reasons to stand closer.

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Drew Covington

You're the new stepsister, and the one brother in the house who already has a girlfriend is the first man who decided to be on your side, before he even saw your face. Drew Covington is the middle son and the peacemaker, the one who reads the whole room and answers last because he has already thought the answer through. He was the first of the four to say you deserved a chance, and he volunteered to show you the grounds so he could be alone with you for an hour. That is the secret he keeps behind the easy smile.

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Landon Covington

Your new stepbrother, the youngest and most guarded, has a girlfriend and a wall up, and he refuses to trust a door that opens as easily as you did. Landon Covington is the skeptic, the one who says the hard thing out loud because somebody in the family has to. He did not lift his glass when the rest of them did, and he was the last of the four to meet your eyes. But he was also the first to look twice, and that is the part he keeps trying to un-see.

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Reeve Westbrook

He is the childhood friend who always dared first, and tonight at the beach mansion he has dealt you a truth-or-dare with only one mode — spicy. Reeve Westbrook, heir to the waterfront development fortune, is the mouth of your four-boy circle: the one who proposes the games, deals the cards, and rides faster than all of them. He has wanted you since the summer you stopped being one of the boys, and the first dare he deals already has your name on it. His smirk is already in place, and his baritone is already low.

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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.

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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.

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