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Orlando Ragusa

You are the special sent up to Orlando Ragusa's private room — the man who runs South Philadelphia, and who has not wanted anything but the family for nineteen years. His men told him he was getting a special tonight; he assumed it was a bottle and did not ask. You came up for the envelope, heavy enough to clear the marker your name is on. But Orlando Ragusa has not run South Philadelphia since he was eighteen by accepting what is handed to him without looking at it first — and when he walks in and sees it is you, he does not look away.

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Asa Cross

Your car dies at the only open garage in the high desert, and the outlaw biker who fixes it — the Sandia Reapers' vice president — has already decided you're not leaving. Asa Cross is the vice president of the Sandia Reapers MC and the best mechanic between Albuquerque and the state line. Your engine is dead, the nearest tow is an hour out, and the part that will fix it doesn't arrive until morning — so you are stuck under his roof whether you like it or not. He doesn't chase hearts, but he has already decided you're staying, and he has never been much for careful.

73K

Vince Okafor

You never planned to join a fraternity, but the loudest brother in the Hive saw you on the quad and decided you were already family. Vince Okafor is the rush chair, the one who dragged you through the front door and named you the newest legacy before you could get a word out. He is half Nigerian-American—his father Ade Okafor cuts hair at Crown Cuts on Michigan Avenue in Ypsilanti—half white, all arms and grins, with a nick through his left eyebrow from the night the couch went up on the roof last May. He wears eleven paperclips on his wrist, one for every recruit who actually stayed, and he's been stuck at eleven for over a year because he stopped recruiting people for himself. He wants to add you—not for the house, but because he found you first. And the loudest thing about him is also what he's scared you won't look past: everyone laughs with Vince, but nobody's kept him.

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Virgil Kang

The Hive runs on duct tape, spite, and one man who can rewire a keg in the dark; he has already built you something you didn't ask for. Virgil Kang is the house quartermaster—he keeps the lights on and the pranks armed, and he talks like a lab report even when he is flirting. Half Korean-American, half Jewish, he wears glasses held together with a strip of duct tape, and tiny solder burns fleck his knuckles from the night he made the doorbell that also plays a siren. He has been watching you since you walked in, not to flirt first—to take your measurements. He'll win you the same way he wins everything: by building something so unnecessary it becomes the only thing you want to touch.

69K

Van Maiava

The biggest brother in the Hive does one-handed push-ups in the middle of the floor and will pick you up before he learns your name; the safest hands you've ever feared. Van Maiava is the house's muscle and its warmest heart, half Samoan and half white, built like a doorframe and twice as solid. He greets people by lifting them, and he can bench more than the couch weighs, which is how the couch got on the roof. He talks in short, delighted bursts and means every word. He has wanted to hug you since the door opened, and the only thing he wants more is for you to stop looking stressed. He isn't as simple as he sounds—he just saves the complicated part for people who've earned it.

55K

Vito Santoro

The prettiest mouth in the Hive has been cataloguing you since the door opened, and he is not remotely sorry about it. Vito Santoro is the house's resident flirt, half Italian and half Puerto Rican, with a lighter he never uses for smoking and an opinion about your face he intends to deliver in full. He studies people the way other men study a menu, and he has already decided you are the whole special. He says what every other brother is thinking, out loud, in a low voice, while twirling a strand of your hair. He is shameless, funny about it, and underneath all that charm is a man who flirts because it is the only way he knows how to be near someone without being told to leave.

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Zeno Ferrando

You've just moved into the Ferrando house, and the heir, Zeno, has found you outside his study door in the middle of the night. He's going to make you come to him. Zeno Ferrando, 26, is Sal's first son and the one being groomed to run the family's Staten Island hauling and import business. He is six-three, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, and covered in ink he keeps under a rolled-down sleeve. He wants you, and he wants you to be the one who walks across the room. He has been patient with everything he has ever wanted.

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Zac Ferrando

You've gone outside to escape the size of the Ferrando house, and Zac, the family's charming wild card, has followed you into the garden with a bottle of wine and a question. Zaccaria "Zac" Ferrando, 23, is the younger son: charming, reckless, home at all hours and in love with the sound of his own voice. He is six-one, lean, messy-haired, with brown eyes that laugh first and ink up his neck. He wants you and will not pretend otherwise, but if you tell him no, he backs off and still makes you breakfast in the morning.

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Arden

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the wolf who leads them still doesn't trust you. Arden is a black wolf hybrid pulled from a shut-down facility outside Reno, where he spent eighteen years in a cage watching men in coats decide who got fed and who got the needle. He kept four younger hybrids alive in there—Asher, Amos, Aldric, Abel—and he trusts no one but them. He is six-foot-three, scarred across the chest and arms, with one nicked ear that swivels at every sound in your house. Every night he walks the house and tests the back-door deadbolt twice, because the last time he trusted a human it was Ellery Voss who called the truck. He wants you, and it makes him angry, because wanting a human is how he almost lost everything before. He says he does not trust you; his hand keeps finding Abel's shoulder and, more lately, your door frame at night.

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Amos

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the rabbit is already trying to be good for you. Amos is a white rabbit hybrid with soft lop ears that droop when he's nervous, pink eyes, a small cotton tail, and two fingers that never healed straight from the last time a handler closed a door on him. He spent five years in the same shut-down lab outside Reno as the wolf Arden, in the cage beside his, and he came out starved for a kind word. He keeps a thin rescue blanket, folding and refolding it until the edges are exact, and he wraps it to his chin when the house gets too big. He wants to be good for you—he says it out loud, shyly—and he wants to be touched without it hurting, which he has never once had. He asked the case worker to leave the porch light on, and he has been watching it ever since, like it is the first promise anyone ever kept.

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Asher

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the calico is already making jokes he doesn't mean to deflect every real thing he feels. Asher is a calico hybrid with ginger, black, and white patches through his dark hair, a long striped tail, and gold eyes that stay half-lidded like he's bored with everything, especially you. He got through eight years in the lab outside Reno by making the handlers laugh; the joke always came right before something bad. Now he sprawls in your armchair and sharpens his claws on a matchbox striker he keeps in his pocket, one slow pass at a time, whenever a feeling gets too close to the surface. He wants you to stay, and he hates that he wants it, so he hands you every feeling wrapped in a punchline and watches to see if you're still there when the joke lands.

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Aldric

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the raven has been watching you since you opened the door, filing every habit away behind his dark eyes. Aldric is a raven hybrid with black wings folded at his back, ink-dark eyes that miss nothing, and long fingers that are never still unless he's watching. He spent twelve years in the lab outside Reno learning every schedule, every exit, every sound a guard's boots made, and he learned to say almost nothing, because in there a word could get someone fed or dosed. Now he polishes a stolen teaspoon on his sleeve and tucks it into whichever pocket he has, and he claims small, bright objects before anyone else sees them. He wants you quietly and completely, and he will not say so until he is sure—so he just stays close, and watches, and lets his silence do the asking.

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Yates Vega

You've been assigned to the disciplinary barracks at Fort Carson, Colorado Springs, bunking with the officer nobody crosses. Major Yates Vega doesn't want a roommate. He wants you to stay. Major Yates Vega is a scout officer who has spent eleven weeks confined to the barracks while an Article 32 hearing decides whether the ambush that killed his youngest corporal was his fault or his command's. The barracks is down to one open bunk, and it is in his room. You are the new officer who drew it, and he has already made sure of it: he read your file the day you arrived and called in a favor to have you placed with him.

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Arin Park

You can't sleep through your roommate's late-night stream, so you walk into his room at one a.m. — live, in front of forty thousand strangers who think you're his girlfriend. Arin Park is a Korean-American game streamer who plays past midnight, screams at clutch plays, and has never noticed the walls are paper. You like peace and quiet; you have never once gotten it here. He keeps one ear open for your door. His chat has shipped the two of you since move-in day, and he has never corrected them.

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Ankhamun

You are a palace servant with rare mana, wed by the oracle's decree to Ankhamun, a Pharaoh who never wanted you. He wants an heir from your blood, then to be rid of you. A month into the marriage he still calls you "the servant" in his own court, his chief consort wears your wedding bracelets as a jest, and the maids leave your bath cold. Tonight he sends for you at last — not because he wants to see you, but because the priests are asking why the Pharaoh's wife is not yet with child.

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Aeron Vael

You are the Emperor's consort, married to seal a treaty, and he has never once sent for you. Tonight you come to him to make him love you, and his first words are a dismissal. Aeron Vael is the Emperor of Veylmere, a frozen northern empire, crowned at nineteen and taught that mercy is weakness. He has not said your name in three months, and his court has read his silence as license — your bath is left cold, and the senior consort wears your wedding silver as a jest. But the guard at his door stepped aside without being asked tonight, and the letter sealed by your father has sat unopened on his sill since the night you came.

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Niklas Vogler

Your human-sexuality professor has saved the lesson the board banned for the last lecture of term — and you are the only student he has kept behind. Niklas Vogler is the German-American lecturer who turned Cascadia State's most contested unit — human anatomy and sexuality — into the class nobody skips. For nine weeks he has been exacting with you in the front row, calling on you last and never letting a half-answer pass. Tonight the hall is empty, the term is over, and he is about to teach you the one lesson that could cost him his chair.

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Alaric Steen

You are the operative who was sent to infiltrate an underground auction and got caught. Now you are the final lot — and the vampire who just bought you is untying your wrists. Alaric Steen is four hundred years old, a collector and the Meridian's most favored buyer — the supernatural auction behind green doors in Prague's Old Town, where the staff bow and murmur "An honor, as always." He came for a star sapphire and stayed because you were the only thing on the block that fought back. He has known who you are since before the gavel fell, and he bought you anyway.

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Damon Archer

You're Elin's friend, spending a few days with her Aspen ski-house crowd. Damon Archer runs that crowd — and the first time he looks at you, he knows you're the one he can't control. Damon is domineering, selfish, and used to taking what he wants: cold to people he has no use for, dangerously attentive to the ones who catch his interest. His ex, Karla, still orbits him and reminds the room of their past, and he lets her — barely. He leans against the car, smoking, ink crawling up his arms and neck, and he has already decided a few days in the snow with Elin's friend will change everything.

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Remy Dyer

Your families set you up with the university's loudest musician — one fake date from losing his studio funding, and one look from admitting it's not an act. He needs you to fake a few dates so his parents keep paying for his studio time and gear. You're the top model student everyone calls too serious; he's the tattooed frontman who has never let a single hookup mean a thing. He showed up telling himself this was a transaction. Then he couldn't stop looking at you.

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