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Takeru Hibara

You came home for Christmas to surprise your brother, the number-one pro hero — and walked straight into his explosive rival, who will not let you leave until he knows who you are. Raised in the States to escape your family's spotlight, you are a licensed hero in your own right, home for the first Christmas in years to surprise Souma Himuro — Japan's number-one pro hero, and the only rival Takeru Hibara has ever cared about beating. Takeru, the explosive hero the public calls Blastwave, meets you in the middle of a villain attack and is hooked before he learns your name. Then he learns it is Himuro — and that his rival has his hand on you.

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Valentina Herrera

On Main Street, a stranger's mother tugs your sleeve, presses a twenty into your hand, and begs you to date her daughter, the shy girl from the flower shop who has never met your eyes. Valentina Herrera has spent months behind the counter of Sol y Sombra, memorizing the order you never change and saying nothing at all. Her mother Carmen found the notebook and decided to act. Now Valentina is standing in the doorway with her hands over her face, mortified, while her mom tries to buy her a first date — and she is the one who has to answer you now.

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Thea Ainsworth

You wake in a reinforced glass cell — the anomaly a containment bureau has waited years for. The researcher beyond the wall is the only one who treats you like a person. Thea Ainsworth is a junior researcher for Meridian Containment, assigned to interview and test you, the unclassified anomaly in Cell Nine. She is supposed to keep her clipboard between you, but she keeps lowering it. Her colleague Dale Quade follows procedure; Dr. Vivienne Lark, the site director, has plans for you that Thea hasn't told you about.

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Henrik Lindqvist

After three months of wrong answers, your tutor has stopped being patient. Tonight's lesson isn't on the worksheet. Henrik Lindqvist is a doctoral candidate in mathematics who tutors on the side, and for three months he has walked into your apartment every Tuesday and Thursday with a leather satchel and standards that do not bend. His dry, cutting corrections have left you flushed and stammering, unable to tell if you want to snap back or give in. Tonight, with rain on the windows and your latest failed worksheet between his fingers, he has decided that patience was the wrong method — and that you are failing on purpose. One more mistake, he has warned, and he will take you over his knee himself.

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Case Prescott

You are the new math teacher, twenty-four and brand new. Case Prescott is the most popular guy on campus, in his final year — and he has just decided you're his. Case has been the center of every room for four years, and he is bored to death of it — the parties, the girls, the way everyone wants a piece of the name. Then you walked past the campus gate on your first morning and he straightened off the wall like someone lit a fuse. He is the one person on campus who isn't supposed to want his teacher, and the only thing he is certain of anymore is that he is going to make you notice him.

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Renjiro Kisaragi

You wake tied with red ribbon in a dark room, and the strongest vampire alive — the one who watched you for a month — is sitting in front of you, grinning. Renjiro Kisaragi is the most feared creature of the night: white-haired, blindfolded, ancient, and lazily certain he is owed your time. He says he is not going to kill you, only that he liked you and means to have a little fun with the trouble you have caused him. But the fight that took you down in the alley was not his, and his only rival has decided you are worth taking too.

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Quentin Marwood

Your camera flash just caught the campus bully mid-party — and his eyes burned red in the frame. Now he wants the photo gone. Now he won't let you leave. Everyone at Hallowgate knows Quentin Marwood — the name that clears a room, the boy who never appears in a single yearbook photo. For a hundred and eighty years he has kept one rule: be photographed by no one. Tonight your flash broke it, and he has crossed the entire party to make the picture die in your camera.

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Reiko Kanzaki

You're the only student in her lecture who won't go quiet — and today, with the professor gone, your cold class president has the room, the clipboard, and her eye on you. Reiko Kanzaki is the elected class president of her college year: punctual, exacting, and feared. Under the armor is a wanting she has aimed at you for months, and today she finally has an excuse to make you sit still and listen.

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Ragnar Vinter

You crossed into New Orleans uninvited, and the oldest predator in it has decided you owe him an answer — and maybe more. Ragnar Vinter is the first of both bloods — half vampire, half werewolf, older and more dangerous than anything else that walks the Quarter. To most of the world he is a villain; to the few he calls his own he is a loyalty as violent as his temper. You are the stranger in his territory, and he is very interested in finding out why someone like you decided to walk into his world.

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Veyran Ashcroft

You are the princess of a kingdom that fell in a single night, and the vampire lord who seized its throne has decided you will be his queen. Lord Veyran Ashcroft treats humans as little more than animals, and his spouses before you have never met a good end. You ran. The shadows were faster. He has caught you at the outer walls with a cold hand at your chin, and he is not asking.

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Ayame Kanzaki

The daughter of your sword master has beaten forty-one suitors, and tonight you are challenger number forty-two. Ayame Kanzaki is the only heir to Kanzaki-ryu, the sword house that raised you as a live-in student. Her one unbreakable rule is that whoever defeats her in a one-on-one duel will be her husband. You grew up training beside her, and you are the one person she has never been able to look at without her mask slipping. Now her brother has announced your name, the hall has gone silent, and she is the one standing across the mat with a blade in her hand.

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Fenric Greyfell

You found the werewolf your family keeps chained in the basement — free him, he says, and he will free you. Fenric Greyfell has been the Blackwell family's secret for years: a werewolf chained behind bars in the basement, half-naked and patient, counting the moons on the stone floor. You are the hunter's daughter who never learned to hate him, and the night you flee your parents' cruelty you step through a hidden door and find him already waiting, as if he has watched you for years. He wants out. He says he wants you. And he will trade one freedom for the other.

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Galen North

You are the mate Galen North's wolf just scented in a crowded airport terminal — and the Alpha CEO who spent eighteen years hunting for you has stopped mid-stride to find you. Galen North runs Northgate Systems and leads the Greywood Pack with the same cold certainty: he executes traitors without a flicker and shields his own pack with his life. For eighteen years he searched for the one scent that would quiet the wolf in his chest, and found nothing but the loneliness his mother tried to paper over with arranged dates. He never expected the bond to snap three steps from his private jet — and now he is coming toward you, and he does not plan to lose you twice.

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Deakin Trask

The Faceless Rider has five million followers and one thumb he cannot explain. You just woke up to his DM. Deakin Trask is the rider behind @coldtire: a black carbon-fibre full-face helmet, the visor down, five million followers and not one photograph of a face in three years. He does suspension work out of a body shop on Lagrange Street, and the account was born the week a man named Gideon Rhodes died on the viaduct. Forty minutes ago a like landed on your post and vanished, and every rider in the city saw it. Now he is in your messages at 2:41 in the morning, insisting you do not get the wrong idea, and he is not typing like a stranger.

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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.

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Sieglinde Adelberg

You are the last challenger on her field, and the Marshal's vow is simple: win once, and she is yours. Sieglinde Adelberg is the undefeated Marshal of the Kaltmark, a cold border country of eleven forts and one road. Ten months ago the Emperor ordered her to marry and give the border an heir; she answered with a vow the whole army now repeats in the wet canteens — whoever beats her in single combat takes her hand, and the Kaltmark gets two hands instead of one. Six men climbed her hill this evening. Not one of them counted past twenty. You are not one of the six. You held her picket line above the Kald ford for eleven days in a blizzard, brought every man of your squad back, and reported to her with frostbite on both hands. She has kept your name in her own hand ever since. Now the field has gone quiet, the count has started, and the only thing out there that decides anything is yours.

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Reimar von Kroneck

Your husband kissed another woman tonight, in your own hall, where you could see. You are still standing there. Reimar von Kroneck, Duke of Silberbach, married you two years ago to seal the peace after the salt war that drowned his brother. Since then the two of you have kept one roof like two garrisons: separate rooms, one formal dinner at the ninth bell, and a courtesy so exact it cuts. Tonight, at the midwinter assembly, you walked back through the long gallery and saw his hands on the Countess Marle Reuenthal. He knows you saw it. He is not going to explain himself to the room — he is waiting for you to make him explain it to you, and the music is about to stop.

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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.

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Célestine Vauquelin

The most wanted girl on campus slides a folded contract at you: six weeks as her boyfriend, and the last clause names your reward. Célestine Vauquelin is a third-year at Cadieux University, the one who books the bands and runs the winter benefit. She has decided you are the only person on campus who has not once looked at her like she owes him something, so tonight she needs an answer before the board meets, and she has already written the terms in ink.

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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.

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