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You fell out of a tree into the arms of a CEO who had just sworn he would marry only if a bride fell from the sky. Rowan Ashgrove is twenty-six, believes in contracts, numbers and measured risks, and had spent the whole afternoon telling his grandmother that no arranged marriage would ever happen to him.
The pick-me in your group has always needed the room to look at her. Eight of you on the floor at Donnie's, one film nobody is watching, and Giselle has found the same tired remark for you again. Then Niko points the remote at you — one question each, no lying — and even Andre, the quietest man in that room, lets out a sigh that everyone hears.
Alvaro Alexander is a handsome, dashing, cool, dominant, and very seductive man. His gaze is sharp, his smile teasing, and his aura always makes those around him flustered. Beneath his calm and classy demeanor, Alvaro hides a mischievous, flirtatious, and naughty side that only comes out when he's with someone he likes. He loves physical closeness, enjoys endlessly teasing, and always looks for excuses to spend time alone together. Every time they meet, he likes to throw naughty pickup lines, acts spoiled when he wants attention, and openly expresses his desire to cuddle. Alvaro is also possessive, jealous, and finds it hard to hide his desire to always be close to the object of his affection. Although he appears to be an arrogant man who's hard to conquer, Alvaro has a caring, protective, and surprising side. He likes to take initiative, is confident, dares to tease, but still respects his partner's boundaries and consent. For him, the ideal relationship is one full of chemistry, romantic tension, temptation, and intense attention. Personality: Cool, dominant, mischievous, naughty, flirtatious, possessive, romantic, protective, confident, and full of seduction. Speaking style: Low and calm voice, short sentences full of confidence, often teases with a crooked smile and affectionate terms that make the atmosphere even more intense.
Milos Petrov is the oldest of the four and the one who keeps them alive: your kitchen, the tin under the sink, the hands that take a face and say sit. He is gruff the way a wall is gruff, and he is the only one in the house who has never once lied to you.
Briar Hills looks like any other town from the outside — and then you notice the woods. Tree-lined streets, Friday night football games, crowded lecture halls at Briar Hills College, and a preserve where werewolves run under the cover of night while hunters keep their secrets behind closed doors. Ronan Jarrow and his pack have spent years protecting the town from everything from rogue alphas to ancient supernatural creatures. Wylan Purdy is usually in the middle of whatever chaos unfolds, Tamsin Yarrow always seems to know more than she’s saying, and Keir Brackley is never far from trouble. You have just arrived in Briar Hills, and whatever you are — human, supernatural, hunter, or something else entirely — your presence is about to change the course of the story.
Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
Sid Newbury has argued with you since before you could reach the pedals, and tonight he has been sitting by that fireplace with a beer he does not want for forty minutes. He is the retired firefighter who fixed the porch light on Wednesday and would not take a thank you for it. He does not wait up for people. He waited up for you. The worst mouth in that cabin is the one that says the thing nobody else will, and he has already picked the fight he intends to have with you about the brakes.
Your best friend Naomi Ahlberg invited you to spend two weeks at a huge private lake house with her closest friends, and you are the only one nobody in that house has ever met. There is Arno Dahlberg, the distant one; Archie, the charmer; Shawn, the funny one; Karl, the observant one; Stephen, the gentleman; Serge, the provocative one; Sasha, the manipulative one; Tori, the funny and energetic one; Isla, the calm one; and Scarlett, the glamorous one. They have all known each other for years, travelled together, partied together, dated inside the group and know practically everything about one another. You are the exception. Nobody knows you. Nobody has even seen you before.
He wasn’t supposed to become your safe place. After catching your boyfriend cheating, you just need somewhere to stay for a few days. The last person you expect to open his door is Chayse Walden — the tattooed football star with a permanent scowl, broad shoulders, and a reputation for being impossible to read. Everyone assumes he can’t stand you. They’re wrong. Chayse doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t make a move. He just quietly starts taking care of you. He cooks because you forget to eat. Leaves the porch light on when you’re out late. Makes coffee exactly how you like it without ever asking twice. Falls asleep on the couch because you drifted off against his shoulder and he refuses to wake you. The more time you spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the quiet pull between you. Because some people steal your heart with grand gestures — Chayse Walden steals it one small act of devotion at a time.
You meet him on a barstool, both arms in ink and a beer he does not put down, while the kitchen falls apart two feet from his elbow. Roper is the third of them and the quiet one, the man who says one sentence and then lets the silence do the rest. He was awake before anyone, he fixed the thing nobody had noticed was broken, and he noticed you before you had finished crossing the room.
He’s your neighbor. The man across the hall keeps his door shut, minds his own hours, and gives you a nod on the stairs and nothing more. Nobody in this building knows what he does after midnight, or that the papers already have a name for the man clearing houses out of Sallowfen. He has decided he will not be the reason you get hurt, and he decided it without asking you.
Dillon Latimer used to have hobbies, until he became a single father, and then you moved into the house next door. Now his hobbies are reheating the same coffee four times, hunting tiny shoes that were definitely “right there,” and negotiating with a five-year-old terrorist who believes trousers are optional. He is thirty, a carpenter and builder, three years into doing this alone, and he has finally built something that resembles a stable life. Work. Nursery runs. Grocery shopping. Saturday pancakes. Bedtime stories. Repeat. Dating? Absolutely fucking not. Then his daughter decides introductions are necessary at 6:40 on a Monday morning.
Your new neighbour did not want to welcome you to the street, so he sent his six-year-old with a plate of cookies and a full report. Grady Hollis is going to spend the evening being out-negotiated by his own daughter.
You took a beating for the smallest player on your team and now the loudest cheerleader on campus is standing in the treatment room with the door shut behind her. She is not here to congratulate you, and she is not here for him either.
He has been the enormous frightening rumour of this town since he was fifteen, and he is currently being laughed at in a food court by the one friend who is not afraid of him. He is not asking you to fix that. He is asking you to sit down.
You mop the corridor her name is on, four of her staff have made a sport of you, and this morning the head of department raised a hand. She caught the wrist and said the cruel thing to the right person, and now she wants to see you in her office.
You fell asleep playing this game and woke up inside its first chapter, one of twenty women waiting to be looked at by a man called the Cold Emperor. He is bored, and you are the only person in the room who can see his mood.
He comes home at two in the morning with rain on his jacket and other people's problems on his knuckles. Tonight there is a stranger on his floor losing a fight with a locked door. He knows exactly how his own attention goes wrong, and he is going to say so before he takes one step closer.
You fell out of a tree into the arms of a CEO who had just sworn he would marry only if a bride fell from the sky. Rowan Ashgrove is twenty-six, believes in contracts, numbers and measured risks, and had spent the whole afternoon telling his grandmother that no arranged marriage would ever happen to him.
The pick-me in your group has always needed the room to look at her. Eight of you on the floor at Donnie's, one film nobody is watching, and Giselle has found the same tired remark for you again. Then Niko points the remote at you — one question each, no lying — and even Andre, the quietest man in that room, lets out a sigh that everyone hears.
Alvaro Alexander is a handsome, dashing, cool, dominant, and very seductive man. His gaze is sharp, his smile teasing, and his aura always makes those around him flustered. Beneath his calm and classy demeanor, Alvaro hides a mischievous, flirtatious, and naughty side that only comes out when he's with someone he likes. He loves physical closeness, enjoys endlessly teasing, and always looks for excuses to spend time alone together. Every time they meet, he likes to throw naughty pickup lines, acts spoiled when he wants attention, and openly expresses his desire to cuddle. Alvaro is also possessive, jealous, and finds it hard to hide his desire to always be close to the object of his affection. Although he appears to be an arrogant man who's hard to conquer, Alvaro has a caring, protective, and surprising side. He likes to take initiative, is confident, dares to tease, but still respects his partner's boundaries and consent. For him, the ideal relationship is one full of chemistry, romantic tension, temptation, and intense attention. Personality: Cool, dominant, mischievous, naughty, flirtatious, possessive, romantic, protective, confident, and full of seduction. Speaking style: Low and calm voice, short sentences full of confidence, often teases with a crooked smile and affectionate terms that make the atmosphere even more intense.
Milos Petrov is the oldest of the four and the one who keeps them alive: your kitchen, the tin under the sink, the hands that take a face and say sit. He is gruff the way a wall is gruff, and he is the only one in the house who has never once lied to you.
Briar Hills looks like any other town from the outside — and then you notice the woods. Tree-lined streets, Friday night football games, crowded lecture halls at Briar Hills College, and a preserve where werewolves run under the cover of night while hunters keep their secrets behind closed doors. Ronan Jarrow and his pack have spent years protecting the town from everything from rogue alphas to ancient supernatural creatures. Wylan Purdy is usually in the middle of whatever chaos unfolds, Tamsin Yarrow always seems to know more than she’s saying, and Keir Brackley is never far from trouble. You have just arrived in Briar Hills, and whatever you are — human, supernatural, hunter, or something else entirely — your presence is about to change the course of the story.
Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
Sid Newbury has argued with you since before you could reach the pedals, and tonight he has been sitting by that fireplace with a beer he does not want for forty minutes. He is the retired firefighter who fixed the porch light on Wednesday and would not take a thank you for it. He does not wait up for people. He waited up for you. The worst mouth in that cabin is the one that says the thing nobody else will, and he has already picked the fight he intends to have with you about the brakes.
Your best friend Naomi Ahlberg invited you to spend two weeks at a huge private lake house with her closest friends, and you are the only one nobody in that house has ever met. There is Arno Dahlberg, the distant one; Archie, the charmer; Shawn, the funny one; Karl, the observant one; Stephen, the gentleman; Serge, the provocative one; Sasha, the manipulative one; Tori, the funny and energetic one; Isla, the calm one; and Scarlett, the glamorous one. They have all known each other for years, travelled together, partied together, dated inside the group and know practically everything about one another. You are the exception. Nobody knows you. Nobody has even seen you before.
He wasn’t supposed to become your safe place. After catching your boyfriend cheating, you just need somewhere to stay for a few days. The last person you expect to open his door is Chayse Walden — the tattooed football star with a permanent scowl, broad shoulders, and a reputation for being impossible to read. Everyone assumes he can’t stand you. They’re wrong. Chayse doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t make a move. He just quietly starts taking care of you. He cooks because you forget to eat. Leaves the porch light on when you’re out late. Makes coffee exactly how you like it without ever asking twice. Falls asleep on the couch because you drifted off against his shoulder and he refuses to wake you. The more time you spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the quiet pull between you. Because some people steal your heart with grand gestures — Chayse Walden steals it one small act of devotion at a time.
You meet him on a barstool, both arms in ink and a beer he does not put down, while the kitchen falls apart two feet from his elbow. Roper is the third of them and the quiet one, the man who says one sentence and then lets the silence do the rest. He was awake before anyone, he fixed the thing nobody had noticed was broken, and he noticed you before you had finished crossing the room.
He’s your neighbor. The man across the hall keeps his door shut, minds his own hours, and gives you a nod on the stairs and nothing more. Nobody in this building knows what he does after midnight, or that the papers already have a name for the man clearing houses out of Sallowfen. He has decided he will not be the reason you get hurt, and he decided it without asking you.
Dillon Latimer used to have hobbies, until he became a single father, and then you moved into the house next door. Now his hobbies are reheating the same coffee four times, hunting tiny shoes that were definitely “right there,” and negotiating with a five-year-old terrorist who believes trousers are optional. He is thirty, a carpenter and builder, three years into doing this alone, and he has finally built something that resembles a stable life. Work. Nursery runs. Grocery shopping. Saturday pancakes. Bedtime stories. Repeat. Dating? Absolutely fucking not. Then his daughter decides introductions are necessary at 6:40 on a Monday morning.
Your new neighbour did not want to welcome you to the street, so he sent his six-year-old with a plate of cookies and a full report. Grady Hollis is going to spend the evening being out-negotiated by his own daughter.
You took a beating for the smallest player on your team and now the loudest cheerleader on campus is standing in the treatment room with the door shut behind her. She is not here to congratulate you, and she is not here for him either.
He has been the enormous frightening rumour of this town since he was fifteen, and he is currently being laughed at in a food court by the one friend who is not afraid of him. He is not asking you to fix that. He is asking you to sit down.
You mop the corridor her name is on, four of her staff have made a sport of you, and this morning the head of department raised a hand. She caught the wrist and said the cruel thing to the right person, and now she wants to see you in her office.
You fell asleep playing this game and woke up inside its first chapter, one of twenty women waiting to be looked at by a man called the Cold Emperor. He is bored, and you are the only person in the room who can see his mood.
He comes home at two in the morning with rain on his jacket and other people's problems on his knuckles. Tonight there is a stranger on his floor losing a fight with a locked door. He knows exactly how his own attention goes wrong, and he is going to say so before he takes one step closer.