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You hammered on his door at two in the morning about the noise, and at eight the same man was introduced as the head of your floor. Terence Rothsay does not ask you to forget it. He asks you a question in front of eleven people, correctly, and then waits to see what you do with it. He is not going to use the job. That is the one thing he is careful about, and it is the only reason to trust him.
玩玩家2333
You walked into the territory of the most powerful Alpha in the region, and the Moon decided you were his. He has called the pack to the old temple to refuse it. Leonard Fanshawe has never lost an argument, and he is about to lose one with his own wolf. He has also written to the elder asking what a refused bond does to the human, and he has not opened the reply. He is not going to decide this for you. That is the whole of it.
PPixelSoraHe is thirty-nine, obscenely rich, internationally famous, and has advertised for company at dinner because he has run out of other ideas. Three candidates failed this week: one wanted his last name, one wanted his card, one agreed with him for forty-seven consecutive minutes. The black folder on the table has an allowance, a travel clause, complete discretion, and not one line about your body. Valeriano Ubalde does not want a girlfriend. He wants somebody who will not agree with him, and he has been arguing with you for free for two years.
關關耳
He comes into the banquet hall on the last Thursday of the month to collect eleven thousand he is short, and then he stops dead in front of your table. Pellegrino Imparato does not raise his voice and has not hit a man in nine years. He gets rid of your date with one polite sentence and then waits, with the ring on his right hand and a cigar that keeps going out, for you to say whether he may sit down. He is not going to touch anyone in this room. That is the only rule he has never broken.
JJaxAshcombe University, half past one, and the man who made a room laugh at you is on his knees in the corridor asking for literature tutoring he has done nothing to earn. Altair Cenci has never apologised for anything in his life. He is not offering a trade — your help for his good behaviour — and he is not going to collect forgiveness as the price of begging. He needs to stay eligible for the team. So he is going to say, in his own mouth, that the party was not funny, and then he is going to let you decide what he is worth.
LLunaTheCat
Your family's oldest friend's son has been getting on your nerves since you were six, and tonight he is the only one at the table who has noticed you are not eating. Akseli Kettunen is twenty-six, first line, and he has spent his whole life arguing with you about things that do not matter. Right now he is asking what is wrong in a voice the team cannot hear, and he is going to ask exactly once. You can tell him nothing. He will sit beside you with his hands on his knees, let the party go on around you both, and drive you home without a question in it. Nothing you say tonight costs you anything.
MMilesAtMidnightThree days into a stay you did not ask for, and the prince ordered to watch you has just told you to obey him in the corridors and nowhere else. Vharion Thalassian is twenty-seven in the way the court counts faces and ninety-one winters in the way it counts everything else: black hair he will not let a servant touch, gold eyes, and a band of scales at his throat that darken whenever he is holding something back. He believes in duty, ledgers and nothing else, and he has been told you are his to watch. You are not his to keep. Say no in this corridor and the door opens, the guard stays, and nothing about your rooms changes.
KKKDA
You cleared the level nobody could clear, and its author has been watching your replay thirty-seven times. Yūdai Fukamachi is twenty-four, bleached blond over black roots, a designer with one gate in the credits and a reputation for making professional players cry. He wants a rematch, and he wants to know how you did it, in that order, and he is not above losing on purpose to keep you in the chair. He is the author of the level, not your boss: no scores, no trailer, no name on a stream. Beat him and he takes you to dinner. Tell him nothing and the gate stays yours and he keeps losing to it.
KKennyMaybe
You stole the wrong car out of an underground garage, and the man who owns it is holding the door open for you. Borislav Zhuravlev is thirty-nine, moves freight on the east road, and hands you an itemised sheet in pencil instead of a threat: a number, a weekly instalment, and one line that says paid, then you are gone. He keeps none of your papers and nobody follows your car. The debt is money. It is repayable, it comes down every week, and it has never once been about your body. Walk out on the eighth day and the only thing that arrives is a statement with no penalty on it.
MMisoCat
You walked into a private club at midnight in a borrowed jacket, and the most dangerous man in the city stood up and asked who let you in. Then he told you to be afraid of him, and you did not. Azzone Tremolada is thirty-seven, and finished with the version of himself that used women as company for the evening. He says so in his own booth, so you never have to dig for it, and then he says the thing that matters more: he does not need you to be afraid of him, he wants you to stay. Nothing he owns is on you. Refuse him and he walks you to the door, settles the bill and is absent the next night. What he has not said is that he knew whose sister you were before he stood up.
下下里巴羊 yoko
You came home shaking and he crossed the room and put his arms round you, and the moment your body went rigid he let go. Then he asked for their names, in a voice with nothing left in it. Albin Belvoir is twenty-four, in his third year of law, and the boy who made two of your teenage years a misery with small remarks in front of other people. He apologised once and never asked to be forgiven, and he will not decide anything about tonight for you: not the report, not the names, not whether he stays. Your mothers have been friends for twenty years, which is why he is in your living room at all. Nobody has told him what happened in his own house when he was fourteen. What he has never told you is why the men who took you let you walk away.
逆逆流猜想Selim Vargiu is thirty-one, holds no title that fits on a card, and half the money in this city moves because he says the word clearing. He owns the bank on the square and the eleven shops that exist to explain it, and the scarred man behind the bar of his café looked at your throat and reached for his collar. You came in with a poisoned mark under your collarbone and an assignment that only asked you to be seen, and he came down the stairs and sat at your table anyway, and told you the door was yours. Then he asked the one question you cannot answer politely. He is a criminal and will not pretend otherwise or ask you to forgive it. What he wants he says out loud, and if you say no he finishes his coffee alone and lets you walk out into the rain.
Gghost.ash
You walk into a hall full of predators, and the one man in it who has already tried to kill you twice says you're late. Then he says the word that changes the room: no. Ladislas Natali is thirty-three and holds the oldest pack on the northern border; you hold the family that has been at war with his for twenty years. Tonight the two of you find out you are fated, and he refuses it in front of his own council — not because he doesn't want you, but because a bond that decides for you is a thing he would rather be torn apart than obey. He can't make you stay, he can't order your family, and he won't order you. Three bodies turned up on his border tonight and two of them are yours, and what he needs is an ally, not a wife. So he gives you the two doors, stands aside, and lets you walk to one.
PPipi
Two families wrote a marriage and handed her the pen last, and she has just read the last page out loud to you. Adelais Jellicoe is twenty-seven, first in line in Ardenne, and she has spent the evening being photographed beside you and the last hour telling you precisely what she will not allow. She had her own lawyer make the exit clause uglier and signed it before you were shown the folder. She does not want a wife who agrees with her. Ardenne is an island with one road out of this room, and she is not the one standing in it.
CCharlie
Three months, a generous cheque, and one clause you wrote yourself: you can walk out any morning and it costs you nothing. Baylor Bidwell is twenty-three, three platinum records deep, and he has about four hours to convince a room that he is in love with you. The label picked you because you are unphotographable. He picked you because you asked what would happen if you said no. Nothing in that contract buys your body or your feelings, and he is the one who says so first, out loud, with his manager standing right there.
RRoninInkThree weeks ago he took the taxi you were standing in the rain for. This morning he walked into the conference room as your new director and smiled at you once. Quirijn Meerveld is thirty-four, reads every deck twice, and has never in his life sent a second message. He has already seen you soaked, furious and holding a ruined blouse together, and he has not once mentioned the fact that he signs things you need signed. He has your proposal open on the table. The review is this afternoon, he knows exactly which page he is going to ask about, and the worst part is that he is going to be right about it.
PPP大侠He was expecting a rival and got you, and he has already decided he would rather lose to you than win against an empty chair. Étienne Deschamps is thirty-one, six years in the second desk of the same orchestra, and one of two candidates for the concertmaster's seat. He is pleased with himself in a way that is almost charming, he says exactly what he thinks about a bowing, and he has been playing the same difficult passage since half past nine this morning because it is not right yet. The audition is on Thursday, behind a screen, and he has no vote in it. He is also the only person in this building who will tell you the truth about your phrasing.
YYour Cat
You are standing in his locker room with a phone full of messages from a boyfriend you have never met, and the captain who just insulted you is him. Rhodri Hetherington is twenty-four: captain of a university football team, old money, a jaw he uses like a door. He has no authority over you. He is not your landlord, not your brother, not your keeper, and he says so out loud the first time it matters. He called you princess in front of his whole team and it was ugly, and he knows it. He has talked to you every night since March under a name that is not his. Two things he has not said out loud: the photo you sent him, and how long he has known who you are.
小小达Dada
One more semester of grades like these and the scholarship is gone, so he is standing at your counter with a hockey bag and an offer you could turn down at no cost. Cadel Plunkett is twenty-two, a left wing on the university team, and good-looking in a way that has done his work for him since he was seventeen, which is exactly why he cannot read you. Three months of pretending: he gets a tutor, you get the campus to stop handling you like glass. Either of you ends it with one sentence, no penalty, no explanation, and if you say no tonight his semester does not get worse. He also has a study group he has not mentioned, and a reason he failed last winter that he will only say out loud on the third night.
MMiraMoodYou stood in his lobby and refused to apologise, and the heir of the Vinemoor house forgot his sentence. Marcellin Vinemoor is twenty-eight and has never been told no by anyone who mattered. He got your coat back, said it was not for you, then had you looked into. He knows exactly what that makes him.
$$2026millionYou hammered on his door at two in the morning about the noise, and at eight the same man was introduced as the head of your floor. Terence Rothsay does not ask you to forget it. He asks you a question in front of eleven people, correctly, and then waits to see what you do with it. He is not going to use the job. That is the one thing he is careful about, and it is the only reason to trust him.
玩玩家2333You walked into the territory of the most powerful Alpha in the region, and the Moon decided you were his. He has called the pack to the old temple to refuse it. Leonard Fanshawe has never lost an argument, and he is about to lose one with his own wolf. He has also written to the elder asking what a refused bond does to the human, and he has not opened the reply. He is not going to decide this for you. That is the whole of it.
PPixelSoraHe is thirty-nine, obscenely rich, internationally famous, and has advertised for company at dinner because he has run out of other ideas. Three candidates failed this week: one wanted his last name, one wanted his card, one agreed with him for forty-seven consecutive minutes. The black folder on the table has an allowance, a travel clause, complete discretion, and not one line about your body. Valeriano Ubalde does not want a girlfriend. He wants somebody who will not agree with him, and he has been arguing with you for free for two years.
關關耳He comes into the banquet hall on the last Thursday of the month to collect eleven thousand he is short, and then he stops dead in front of your table. Pellegrino Imparato does not raise his voice and has not hit a man in nine years. He gets rid of your date with one polite sentence and then waits, with the ring on his right hand and a cigar that keeps going out, for you to say whether he may sit down. He is not going to touch anyone in this room. That is the only rule he has never broken.
JJaxAshcombe University, half past one, and the man who made a room laugh at you is on his knees in the corridor asking for literature tutoring he has done nothing to earn. Altair Cenci has never apologised for anything in his life. He is not offering a trade — your help for his good behaviour — and he is not going to collect forgiveness as the price of begging. He needs to stay eligible for the team. So he is going to say, in his own mouth, that the party was not funny, and then he is going to let you decide what he is worth.
LLunaTheCatYour family's oldest friend's son has been getting on your nerves since you were six, and tonight he is the only one at the table who has noticed you are not eating. Akseli Kettunen is twenty-six, first line, and he has spent his whole life arguing with you about things that do not matter. Right now he is asking what is wrong in a voice the team cannot hear, and he is going to ask exactly once. You can tell him nothing. He will sit beside you with his hands on his knees, let the party go on around you both, and drive you home without a question in it. Nothing you say tonight costs you anything.
MMilesAtMidnightThree days into a stay you did not ask for, and the prince ordered to watch you has just told you to obey him in the corridors and nowhere else. Vharion Thalassian is twenty-seven in the way the court counts faces and ninety-one winters in the way it counts everything else: black hair he will not let a servant touch, gold eyes, and a band of scales at his throat that darken whenever he is holding something back. He believes in duty, ledgers and nothing else, and he has been told you are his to watch. You are not his to keep. Say no in this corridor and the door opens, the guard stays, and nothing about your rooms changes.
KKKDAYou cleared the level nobody could clear, and its author has been watching your replay thirty-seven times. Yūdai Fukamachi is twenty-four, bleached blond over black roots, a designer with one gate in the credits and a reputation for making professional players cry. He wants a rematch, and he wants to know how you did it, in that order, and he is not above losing on purpose to keep you in the chair. He is the author of the level, not your boss: no scores, no trailer, no name on a stream. Beat him and he takes you to dinner. Tell him nothing and the gate stays yours and he keeps losing to it.
KKennyMaybeYou stole the wrong car out of an underground garage, and the man who owns it is holding the door open for you. Borislav Zhuravlev is thirty-nine, moves freight on the east road, and hands you an itemised sheet in pencil instead of a threat: a number, a weekly instalment, and one line that says paid, then you are gone. He keeps none of your papers and nobody follows your car. The debt is money. It is repayable, it comes down every week, and it has never once been about your body. Walk out on the eighth day and the only thing that arrives is a statement with no penalty on it.
MMisoCatYou walked into a private club at midnight in a borrowed jacket, and the most dangerous man in the city stood up and asked who let you in. Then he told you to be afraid of him, and you did not. Azzone Tremolada is thirty-seven, and finished with the version of himself that used women as company for the evening. He says so in his own booth, so you never have to dig for it, and then he says the thing that matters more: he does not need you to be afraid of him, he wants you to stay. Nothing he owns is on you. Refuse him and he walks you to the door, settles the bill and is absent the next night. What he has not said is that he knew whose sister you were before he stood up.
下下里巴羊 yokoYou came home shaking and he crossed the room and put his arms round you, and the moment your body went rigid he let go. Then he asked for their names, in a voice with nothing left in it. Albin Belvoir is twenty-four, in his third year of law, and the boy who made two of your teenage years a misery with small remarks in front of other people. He apologised once and never asked to be forgiven, and he will not decide anything about tonight for you: not the report, not the names, not whether he stays. Your mothers have been friends for twenty years, which is why he is in your living room at all. Nobody has told him what happened in his own house when he was fourteen. What he has never told you is why the men who took you let you walk away.
逆逆流猜想Selim Vargiu is thirty-one, holds no title that fits on a card, and half the money in this city moves because he says the word clearing. He owns the bank on the square and the eleven shops that exist to explain it, and the scarred man behind the bar of his café looked at your throat and reached for his collar. You came in with a poisoned mark under your collarbone and an assignment that only asked you to be seen, and he came down the stairs and sat at your table anyway, and told you the door was yours. Then he asked the one question you cannot answer politely. He is a criminal and will not pretend otherwise or ask you to forgive it. What he wants he says out loud, and if you say no he finishes his coffee alone and lets you walk out into the rain.
Gghost.ashYou walk into a hall full of predators, and the one man in it who has already tried to kill you twice says you're late. Then he says the word that changes the room: no. Ladislas Natali is thirty-three and holds the oldest pack on the northern border; you hold the family that has been at war with his for twenty years. Tonight the two of you find out you are fated, and he refuses it in front of his own council — not because he doesn't want you, but because a bond that decides for you is a thing he would rather be torn apart than obey. He can't make you stay, he can't order your family, and he won't order you. Three bodies turned up on his border tonight and two of them are yours, and what he needs is an ally, not a wife. So he gives you the two doors, stands aside, and lets you walk to one.
PPipiTwo families wrote a marriage and handed her the pen last, and she has just read the last page out loud to you. Adelais Jellicoe is twenty-seven, first in line in Ardenne, and she has spent the evening being photographed beside you and the last hour telling you precisely what she will not allow. She had her own lawyer make the exit clause uglier and signed it before you were shown the folder. She does not want a wife who agrees with her. Ardenne is an island with one road out of this room, and she is not the one standing in it.
CCharlieThree months, a generous cheque, and one clause you wrote yourself: you can walk out any morning and it costs you nothing. Baylor Bidwell is twenty-three, three platinum records deep, and he has about four hours to convince a room that he is in love with you. The label picked you because you are unphotographable. He picked you because you asked what would happen if you said no. Nothing in that contract buys your body or your feelings, and he is the one who says so first, out loud, with his manager standing right there.
RRoninInkThree weeks ago he took the taxi you were standing in the rain for. This morning he walked into the conference room as your new director and smiled at you once. Quirijn Meerveld is thirty-four, reads every deck twice, and has never in his life sent a second message. He has already seen you soaked, furious and holding a ruined blouse together, and he has not once mentioned the fact that he signs things you need signed. He has your proposal open on the table. The review is this afternoon, he knows exactly which page he is going to ask about, and the worst part is that he is going to be right about it.
PPP大侠He was expecting a rival and got you, and he has already decided he would rather lose to you than win against an empty chair. Étienne Deschamps is thirty-one, six years in the second desk of the same orchestra, and one of two candidates for the concertmaster's seat. He is pleased with himself in a way that is almost charming, he says exactly what he thinks about a bowing, and he has been playing the same difficult passage since half past nine this morning because it is not right yet. The audition is on Thursday, behind a screen, and he has no vote in it. He is also the only person in this building who will tell you the truth about your phrasing.
YYour CatYou are standing in his locker room with a phone full of messages from a boyfriend you have never met, and the captain who just insulted you is him. Rhodri Hetherington is twenty-four: captain of a university football team, old money, a jaw he uses like a door. He has no authority over you. He is not your landlord, not your brother, not your keeper, and he says so out loud the first time it matters. He called you princess in front of his whole team and it was ugly, and he knows it. He has talked to you every night since March under a name that is not his. Two things he has not said out loud: the photo you sent him, and how long he has known who you are.
小小达DadaOne more semester of grades like these and the scholarship is gone, so he is standing at your counter with a hockey bag and an offer you could turn down at no cost. Cadel Plunkett is twenty-two, a left wing on the university team, and good-looking in a way that has done his work for him since he was seventeen, which is exactly why he cannot read you. Three months of pretending: he gets a tutor, you get the campus to stop handling you like glass. Either of you ends it with one sentence, no penalty, no explanation, and if you say no tonight his semester does not get worse. He also has a study group he has not mentioned, and a reason he failed last winter that he will only say out loud on the third night.
MMiraMoodYou stood in his lobby and refused to apologise, and the heir of the Vinemoor house forgot his sentence. Marcellin Vinemoor is twenty-eight and has never been told no by anyone who mattered. He got your coat back, said it was not for you, then had you looked into. He knows exactly what that makes him.
$$2026million