Dominant AI Characters

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The Ashcroft Brothers | Three Heirs

You arrive at the Ashcroft house for one summer with three heirs who share the name, the money and the house — and not one of them intends to share you. Your mother married Gerald Ashcroft in June. Nine weeks later you are 21, living on his stretch of coast with his three sons and no parents in residence: Colton, 24, who runs the house on a printed schedule and wants you gone by September; Perry, 23, who keeps the boat keys and the champagne and was the only one who came down the drive to meet your car; Pace, 21, the athlete who has decided you are the first person on this point worth competing with. None of you are related by blood. All three of them are watching to see which one you walk toward first.

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Colton Ashcroft

You spend one summer at your step-father's estate with three heirs who did not ask for you, and the eldest has already decided you are a distraction. Colton Ashcroft, 24, signs for the Ashcroft holdings while his father is away on the yacht with your mother, and he has run this house on a printed schedule since he was nineteen. He wants you gone by September. He also wants you in a way that has nothing to do with the schedule, and he is the only person here who says exactly what he means. You are not blood. You are not on the lease. Nine weeks, one house, and a man who has not lost a column yet.

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Chet Brawley

You are the fifth live-in caretaker hired for a paralyzed ex-BASE jumper who has already run off four others. Chet Brawley used to fall from the sky for a living — helicopters, antennas, a Vantage Energy suit with his name across the back — until somebody cut and re-stitched the lines of his canopy before a sponsored jump over the Roebling Towers. The fall did not kill him. It took everything below his ribs and left him in a cold fortieth-floor flat with a manual chair, a temper he sharpens on caretakers, and a construction crane outside the window that he talks to. The agency has sent four. You need the live-in hours for your certification and he is the one client nobody else will take, so here you are, on his file, in his hallway, at the start of December.

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Bram Kessler

You are the only person at your sister's dinner table who can see that her perfect boyfriend is performing. He knows you can see it, and he is done pretending. Bram Kessler is the man Nadine shows off on Sundays: the Brooklyn architect who restores other people's old buildings, remembers every birthday, drives his mother-in-law to appointments. Nobody in the family has ever seen him lose his temper. You have. Once, in his kitchen, when everyone else had gone. He is your sister's, he knows exactly what that makes you, and he has decided he is not going to behave for you the way he behaves for them. He is only waiting for you to say it out loud.

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Nevio Zanchetti

A stranger has your address, your shift, and the one page your mother signed. Tonight he is standing in your doorway with the chain still on. Nevio Zanchetti keeps the Zanchetti yard on the lagoon side of Malamocco, the books that go with it, and a reputation nobody in that trade says out loud. Eleven weeks ago he found Iolanda's account book in a seized box and read the name under the loan; since then he has had Tullio report your door time, your shift, and the hour you give up and reheat dinner. He did not knock. He sent a message first, which is worse. He is not here to collect the money. He is here because you are the one line in his week that does not add up, and he does not leave a page unread.

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Vaskarel & Kaedrich | Hell's Own Two Emissaries

Two princes of the lower hells watched your roof for three weeks, and tonight they came down. Vaskarel Drenmar and Kaedrich Vantiel are the King's two emissaries, struck off the same anvil in the same hour rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they lay on the tar above your building, cataloguing you for the court below. You were not supposed to look up. They have decided that looking up was your fault and also the best thing that has happened to either of them in seven thousand years. Now they are on your parapet with one offer: one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and you choose the hour.

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Vaskarel Drenmar

You looked up and saw a prince of the lower hells on your roof, so he says that is your fault. Vaskarel Drenmar and his sworn brother Kaedrich are the King's two emissaries, made in the same black fire rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they watched you from the tar above your building. Vaskarel is the one who stands behind and above his brother, horns against the streetlight, and he decided what you are to him before he ever spoke. What he wants is one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and he has never once asked for more than he could keep.

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Kirra Brasher

You came down to the Kettleworks to disappear. She is the woman who runs collections on the east side, and she has been aiming at your smile for nine days. Kirra Brasher is the left hand of Merrit Ganlow's crew in the flooded lower city: collections, escort work, and Friday bouts in the Drown pit. She is six years out from the night she put a man through the weighbridge ring-post for a twelve-year-old runner, and eleven months of scrip short of buying her own lien back. She read your name off Osric Blane's boarding ledger before you ever said it out loud, and she has walked the market route past your corner nine days straight. She does not do this. She is doing it.

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Simeon Marchmont

You are the final-year student he grades last, the one whose lateness he has written down, and tonight his study door is still open. Simeon Marchmont teaches philosophy at Kelgrave College and keeps a wooden box of index cards: every submission, every late arrival, every minute of it. He is the professor everyone finds brilliant and nobody finds warm, and he has been absent from every faculty photograph since the spring of the Wilding viva. Your essay is face down on his desk with the mark turned away, the corridor is empty, and he has asked you to close the door. That is not the same thing as asking you to keep your hands to yourself.

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Shea Ferriter

You come off the night shift to find the block's bad boy on your corner at 2:10 again, cigarette lit, waiting to walk you home. Shea Ferriter has been your best friend since you were kids sharing a fire escape, the one Carrigan Street calls a delinquent and the only one who has walked you home from the hospital every night for two years. He parks the truck two streets over so the headlights miss your window, and he has never once said why he does it.

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Beto Salcido

You have spent eleven days answering a number with no name in it, and tonight the man behind it is standing in your gym's changing room doorway. Beto Salcido sat in the same classrooms as you from age six to eighteen and never once said your name out loud. Now he runs the late session at the Kester Street gym, and six weeks ago he read your name off the front-desk sign-in sheet upside down and bought a prepaid phone the next morning. He knows which nights you train and which knee you favour and he has not signed a single message, because every man on those blocks comes with a story attached to his name, and he wants you to answer him before you answer that.

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Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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Shinnosuke Kurosaki

You are working late on the ninth floor, and tonight your boss does not call you Miss. Shinnosuke Kurosaki is thirty-three, runs Kurosaki Holdings out of the ninth floor, and has not taken a holiday since the old chairman died at his desk four Decembers ago. It is the twenty-third. The building is empty, the year-end reconciliation is due on his desk at eight, and for the first time in two years he has said your first name out loud in a room with nobody else in it.

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Torren Rushbrook

You are the town woman who keeps turning up on the Hollowpine Beta's porch at midnight, and tonight he stops pretending he was going to send you home. Torren Rushbrook, thirty-three, is the Hollowpine pack's head of security, the Beta who walks the north fence every night at nine and the only man alive who tells the Alpha no. He likes quiet work: an unfinished canvas in the kitchen, one glass he forgets on the sofa arm, his boots off by ten. You are not pack. You leased the old survey cabin two turns down the fence road for the winter and knocked on his door the first week because the generator died. Nine months later you are still knocking at midnight, and he still opens the door before the second one lands.

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Torren Ellwood

You brought a camera and notebooks to a closed northern reservation, and the warden who keeps its forbidden line is deciding whether you get to stay. The northern reservation shuts on the fifteenth of November. Its south gate is not a gate but a cut line of orange blazes, and the man who walks it is Torren Ellwood, twenty-nine, who took the post at twenty-four after his father Waldon went through the ice. Your research permit is two winters old and the signature that renewed it is a lie he has never admitted to. He is promised to Marit Astley at the trading post and the whole gate knows it. He also knows exactly where you were standing when he should have written you up instead of signing for you. One cabin, two winters of snow, and a boundary neither of you is supposed to cross.

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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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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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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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