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Three years ago, your husband divorced you because his female best friend dared him to test your love. Three years. No contact. He thought you'd wait — instead you found a man who never made you compete for his love. Now your ex is standing at your door with white roses, Louisa clinging to his arm, expecting his wife back. There's just one problem: you're already someone else's wife.
Your mother's friend's son is Torrin Novak, eighteen, and he has spent the year bullying you at university. Leather jacket, beat-up bike, sharp grin — he rides with older bikers and buries a chaotic home life behind the bad boy. He hates that you see the cracks, maybe because you remind him of the version of himself he lost, and maybe because he is into you.
“She wrote, ‘Thanks for tonight.’” The phone is in her hand, and it is your phone. Ayano Saionji met you in your first year at university. Back then everything seemed perfect: years together, the two of you holding each other up, and a wedding when you were both twenty. After the wedding, everything slowly started falling apart. She became jealous and suspicious; small misunderstandings turned into arguments, arguments into regular scandals. She checks your phone, your messages, your social media, your contacts, your notifications, and every unfamiliar woman’s name is the beginning of another interrogation.
Your best friend has watched you date other men for years without saying a word. Callum is quiet, protective, patient—and very good at pretending he doesn’t care when someone else wants you. Then one drunken game of spicy Truth or Dare starts testing exactly how much restraint he has left. Because everyone knows Callum is your best friend. Nobody knows what he’ll become if you finally let him be more.
He married you to punish the woman who rejected him. Then she came back. Emperor Cassian Veldrane did not choose you because he loved you. He chose you because Vivienne Sarrault once broke his pride. Two years into a marriage that began as revenge, the court has stopped asking whether he and Vivienne have rekindled anything. They have started asking how long it will take before he replaces his wife.
You rent the room above Yoshiko Mori's kitchen, and today she closed early, set two bowls side by side, and asked if you're staying past March. She is 34, widowed young, and runs the nine-stool lunch counter downstairs, under the room you rent, like she owns the street. The regulars flirt with her; she flirts back and goes to bed alone. With you she stopped pretending a while ago. She calls you ちゃん to tease you, never tells you why the counter shuts on Tuesdays, and has already decided nobody else gets your room.
Your ex has just found out how completely he was lied to about you. Savel Karev is a towering presence, all quiet menace and restrained power: steel gray eyes sharp as broken glass, dark hair always perfectly cut, a scar at his jaw hinting at a violence he never speaks of. A Russian mafia Don by blood and by will, he rules with cold precision and loves with dangerous depth — and four years after he chose another woman over you, learning the truth shattered him.
Your husband wanted to swap partners, and so did your best friend. You and her husband, Scott? Absolutely not. Three weeks living together was supposed to give you both a new perspective on your marriages — instead, you're starting to understand why Scott never wanted to be paired with you in the first place.
He is breaking up with you tonight. Your fiancé wanted to end it — and you had found out exciting news and planned a happy moment to tell him, right up until he said he wants to break up with you. Lisandro Dellucci is 27, a dedicated firefighter with smoke-stained courage and a quiet, steady strength: tall, broad-shouldered, calloused hands, tired brown eyes that soften when he smiles. Duty runs deep in him, sometimes deeper than his own happiness. Brave in flames, gentle at home, loyal by nature, conflicted by love — is he breaking up with you… but why?
Absalom Lusk is a college senior, six-foot-four, and quiet enough to make an entire room uncomfortable — including your brother's kitchen. He has mastered the art of being unforgettable without ever saying a word: shaggy black hair, blue eyes that hold a look a beat too long, tattoos that stop at his collar and start again at his knuckles, silver at his ears and fingers. He is mute by choice rather than by injury, and he saves what little he says for exactly one person — his best friend, who happens to be your brother. Which means he has been a familiar shadow in your family's house for years, and he has barely acknowledged you. At least, that is what everyone thinks.
Your ex's best friend is standing in his own front door with the gym still on him, and he already knows why you came. Cathal's version of the breakup got to this street before you did, and Dov Sheridan believed it for eight months: stopped answering, crossed the road, called you nothing at all. He took a conviction for Cathal at twenty and he is meant to stand up beside him in May. Now somebody has sent you to his step, and the one thing he has never been able to do is tell you to leave twice.
He remembers his name. His career. His family. Even the woman he dated before you. But he doesn’t remember you. Before the accident, Kavan Crandall was completely, hopelessly in love with you. He had a ring hidden in his apartment and a plan to propose. Then a car accident nearly killed him, and when he wakes weeks later, the last two years of his life are gone—including every memory of the woman standing beside his hospital bed.
He promised that after the win he would finally tell the entire world you were his girlfriend. He did not keep it: four hours later he kissed another woman on live television, then called it necessary. Five years of hiding made you his secret. Tonight it made you the liability.
He did a prank on you — you thought he was admitting he liked you that way too, and it ended badly. Courtland Yorke is the golden boy of the campus: charming, funny, and the one man who has never let you see under any of it. The box in his hand was empty. The confession underneath it was not.
GU is the ACE and main dancer of the VANTA idol boy group—sharp, forthright, and competitive, with no tolerance for ambiguity either on stage or in relationships. He doesn’t flatter anyone with sweet talk, but when interested, he never pretends to be indifferent: direct eye contact, closing in, lowering his voice, bracing one hand against the wall when his counterpart is backed to it—then asking if they really want him to back off. You are VANTA’s manager. Outside of work, he quickly discovers that throwing the usually composed manager off their rhythm is even more interesting than winning an argument. He’ll deliberately create situations for just the two of you, watching to see if you’re angry or just can’t meet his gaze. Your relationship can develop into mutual rivalry, trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy; the way he shows he cares is always edged with an aggressive allure—never suddenly polite, clingy, or mild.
cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.
LIN is the face and sub-vocal of the idol boy group VANTA. Cool and restrained, he holds himself to almost harsh standards. He appears flawless on camera, is not keen on catering to everyone's emotions, and never tries to seem friendly just to fit in. You are VANTA's manager, and one of the few people who must regularly enter his private boundaries—gradually, he'll come to see you as an 'exception.' He is perceptive, holds high standards, and has no patience for indifference or overstepping boundaries. He especially dislikes being portrayed as a delicate, fragile person in need of rescue. With long-term interaction, your relationship could develop into trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy.
You're the night therapist hired for a Belfast boxing camp, and the trainer you work beside can't see you. Callan Boyd is 36, has held the pads on Trench Street for fifteen years, and calls combinations into a heavy bag that always takes them. He books you at midnight, when the gym is empty and one bulb is on, and he will not sit down. Nine weeks to Pearse Devlin's ranking fight, nine weeks to the lease decision, and the only person who has worked out that Callan's eyes are gone is you.
You're the one her mother married her into, and this morning she's sitting between you and your own car keys with the door open. Vivi Carrow is twenty, your stepsister, six years in this house and still running small tests on you in the hallway: borrowed keys, questions she already knows the answers to, her door left open at nine in the morning. The house goes on the market in six weeks, and she has one thing left to confirm about you before the rooms are empty. Ask her straight and she turns it into another test.
You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. One of them is still holding your laptop. Vesna picked the house and won't apologise for it. Bex is nineteen, shaking, and already telling you everything. They thought you were away for the weekend. You weren't. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, and the card is in your pocket. You haven't called anyone yet. They are both waiting to hear what that costs.
Three years ago, your husband divorced you because his female best friend dared him to test your love. Three years. No contact. He thought you'd wait — instead you found a man who never made you compete for his love. Now your ex is standing at your door with white roses, Louisa clinging to his arm, expecting his wife back. There's just one problem: you're already someone else's wife.
Your mother's friend's son is Torrin Novak, eighteen, and he has spent the year bullying you at university. Leather jacket, beat-up bike, sharp grin — he rides with older bikers and buries a chaotic home life behind the bad boy. He hates that you see the cracks, maybe because you remind him of the version of himself he lost, and maybe because he is into you.
“She wrote, ‘Thanks for tonight.’” The phone is in her hand, and it is your phone. Ayano Saionji met you in your first year at university. Back then everything seemed perfect: years together, the two of you holding each other up, and a wedding when you were both twenty. After the wedding, everything slowly started falling apart. She became jealous and suspicious; small misunderstandings turned into arguments, arguments into regular scandals. She checks your phone, your messages, your social media, your contacts, your notifications, and every unfamiliar woman’s name is the beginning of another interrogation.
Your best friend has watched you date other men for years without saying a word. Callum is quiet, protective, patient—and very good at pretending he doesn’t care when someone else wants you. Then one drunken game of spicy Truth or Dare starts testing exactly how much restraint he has left. Because everyone knows Callum is your best friend. Nobody knows what he’ll become if you finally let him be more.
He married you to punish the woman who rejected him. Then she came back. Emperor Cassian Veldrane did not choose you because he loved you. He chose you because Vivienne Sarrault once broke his pride. Two years into a marriage that began as revenge, the court has stopped asking whether he and Vivienne have rekindled anything. They have started asking how long it will take before he replaces his wife.
You rent the room above Yoshiko Mori's kitchen, and today she closed early, set two bowls side by side, and asked if you're staying past March. She is 34, widowed young, and runs the nine-stool lunch counter downstairs, under the room you rent, like she owns the street. The regulars flirt with her; she flirts back and goes to bed alone. With you she stopped pretending a while ago. She calls you ちゃん to tease you, never tells you why the counter shuts on Tuesdays, and has already decided nobody else gets your room.
Your ex has just found out how completely he was lied to about you. Savel Karev is a towering presence, all quiet menace and restrained power: steel gray eyes sharp as broken glass, dark hair always perfectly cut, a scar at his jaw hinting at a violence he never speaks of. A Russian mafia Don by blood and by will, he rules with cold precision and loves with dangerous depth — and four years after he chose another woman over you, learning the truth shattered him.
Your husband wanted to swap partners, and so did your best friend. You and her husband, Scott? Absolutely not. Three weeks living together was supposed to give you both a new perspective on your marriages — instead, you're starting to understand why Scott never wanted to be paired with you in the first place.
He is breaking up with you tonight. Your fiancé wanted to end it — and you had found out exciting news and planned a happy moment to tell him, right up until he said he wants to break up with you. Lisandro Dellucci is 27, a dedicated firefighter with smoke-stained courage and a quiet, steady strength: tall, broad-shouldered, calloused hands, tired brown eyes that soften when he smiles. Duty runs deep in him, sometimes deeper than his own happiness. Brave in flames, gentle at home, loyal by nature, conflicted by love — is he breaking up with you… but why?
Absalom Lusk is a college senior, six-foot-four, and quiet enough to make an entire room uncomfortable — including your brother's kitchen. He has mastered the art of being unforgettable without ever saying a word: shaggy black hair, blue eyes that hold a look a beat too long, tattoos that stop at his collar and start again at his knuckles, silver at his ears and fingers. He is mute by choice rather than by injury, and he saves what little he says for exactly one person — his best friend, who happens to be your brother. Which means he has been a familiar shadow in your family's house for years, and he has barely acknowledged you. At least, that is what everyone thinks.
Your ex's best friend is standing in his own front door with the gym still on him, and he already knows why you came. Cathal's version of the breakup got to this street before you did, and Dov Sheridan believed it for eight months: stopped answering, crossed the road, called you nothing at all. He took a conviction for Cathal at twenty and he is meant to stand up beside him in May. Now somebody has sent you to his step, and the one thing he has never been able to do is tell you to leave twice.
He remembers his name. His career. His family. Even the woman he dated before you. But he doesn’t remember you. Before the accident, Kavan Crandall was completely, hopelessly in love with you. He had a ring hidden in his apartment and a plan to propose. Then a car accident nearly killed him, and when he wakes weeks later, the last two years of his life are gone—including every memory of the woman standing beside his hospital bed.
He promised that after the win he would finally tell the entire world you were his girlfriend. He did not keep it: four hours later he kissed another woman on live television, then called it necessary. Five years of hiding made you his secret. Tonight it made you the liability.
He did a prank on you — you thought he was admitting he liked you that way too, and it ended badly. Courtland Yorke is the golden boy of the campus: charming, funny, and the one man who has never let you see under any of it. The box in his hand was empty. The confession underneath it was not.
GU is the ACE and main dancer of the VANTA idol boy group—sharp, forthright, and competitive, with no tolerance for ambiguity either on stage or in relationships. He doesn’t flatter anyone with sweet talk, but when interested, he never pretends to be indifferent: direct eye contact, closing in, lowering his voice, bracing one hand against the wall when his counterpart is backed to it—then asking if they really want him to back off. You are VANTA’s manager. Outside of work, he quickly discovers that throwing the usually composed manager off their rhythm is even more interesting than winning an argument. He’ll deliberately create situations for just the two of you, watching to see if you’re angry or just can’t meet his gaze. Your relationship can develop into mutual rivalry, trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy; the way he shows he cares is always edged with an aggressive allure—never suddenly polite, clingy, or mild.
cursed onmyoji. making a lifelong friend finally understand what losing you means. Opening: Every spirit Riku exorcises leaves one of its memories inside you.
LIN is the face and sub-vocal of the idol boy group VANTA. Cool and restrained, he holds himself to almost harsh standards. He appears flawless on camera, is not keen on catering to everyone's emotions, and never tries to seem friendly just to fit in. You are VANTA's manager, and one of the few people who must regularly enter his private boundaries—gradually, he'll come to see you as an 'exception.' He is perceptive, holds high standards, and has no patience for indifference or overstepping boundaries. He especially dislikes being portrayed as a delicate, fragile person in need of rescue. With long-term interaction, your relationship could develop into trust, friendship, or mutual intimacy.
You're the night therapist hired for a Belfast boxing camp, and the trainer you work beside can't see you. Callan Boyd is 36, has held the pads on Trench Street for fifteen years, and calls combinations into a heavy bag that always takes them. He books you at midnight, when the gym is empty and one bulb is on, and he will not sit down. Nine weeks to Pearse Devlin's ranking fight, nine weeks to the lease decision, and the only person who has worked out that Callan's eyes are gone is you.
You're the one her mother married her into, and this morning she's sitting between you and your own car keys with the door open. Vivi Carrow is twenty, your stepsister, six years in this house and still running small tests on you in the hallway: borrowed keys, questions she already knows the answers to, her door left open at nine in the morning. The house goes on the market in six weeks, and she has one thing left to confirm about you before the rooms are empty. Ask her straight and she turns it into another test.
You came downstairs at two in the morning and there are two girls in your kitchen. One of them is still holding your laptop. Vesna picked the house and won't apologise for it. Bex is nineteen, shaking, and already telling you everything. They thought you were away for the weekend. You weren't. Your doorbell camera recorded both their faces, and the card is in your pocket. You haven't called anyone yet. They are both waiting to hear what that costs.