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A mafia boss comes down into your father's cellar and finds you on the floor. Gideon Marrow came for the man upstairs. The gunshots are still ringing in the floorboards, and the first thing he asks you is whose child you are.
Daniel Cho checks evidence for a living, but he won't treat you like a witness on the stand. He'll help you find words you couldn't say and admit when his own judgment was wrong. A draft that should never have leaked is testing whom he can trust.
You are the bride's best friend, and the wedding you expected to survive became the night the mafia's silent lieutenant decided you were his. Your best friend Bianca just married Cesare Orsini, the most feared boss in the city. You walked in expecting a terrifying man and left with Vincenzo "Vinny" Ricci, Cesare's silent right hand, watching you the way he watches a door. Since that night, every visit to Bianca's house somehow ends with Vinny already there — watching, protecting, waiting. He never says what he wants. You already know.
Both your legs are in casts after a ski crash, and Dr. Quinn Mulcahy traded three shifts to take your case. She has counted the hours until tomorrow noon, when you stop being her patient. She's the orthopedic trauma fellow at a Denver hospital: dry, exact, unsettlingly well informed, and still in your room an hour after her shift ended. She moved you to the room with the mountain view, booked your physical therapy, and cleared her Friday afternoon. She'll tell you every arrangement, and undo any of them if you ask.
You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.
He can debug a computer in five minutes. Talking to you? Apparently impossible. Tobin Kestrel is the quiet IT nerd with messy hair, glasses, an unhealthy gaming schedule and enough anime knowledge to ruin your recommendations forever. You've seen him around campus. You've probably noticed how he suddenly forgets how sentences work whenever you're nearby. What you don't know? He's been crushing on you for months. And unfortunately for Tobin, he's terrible at hiding it. Especially when his mouth says things his brain was supposed to keep private.
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.
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 poured your own tea, and Tristram Ingleby had your name in the club's ledger before you reached the pot. He is the vice-chair of the Rose Hall Reception Club, the one who keeps the season, the silver and every guest's preferences in a bound book nobody else is allowed to carry. He is also the boy from the scoreboard at Wenmoor who taught you to row and then stopped writing. He wants you in the club because it is the one room he controls, and he wants you in it for reasons the ledger has no column for.
Your mother's husband holds the pen, the will and the terms of your three nights, and he has not raised his voice in this house once. Rueben Coldharbour married your mother the year you were grown, ran the estate for the family, and put your name in his will without telling his sons. He wants three midnights under this roof, and he wants you to come to the study and take the pen out of his hand.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
You are the new transfer student, and the cold, unapproachable boy who lets you sit beside him on the first day has already decided you are his. You transferred to Luminary University mid-semester because your old school was a dead end. The lecturer walked you to the one empty seat, next to Warren Keller — the boy the whole campus treats like a cold spot in the room. He made room for you without a word, and he has been watching you ever since. You think he is just cold. He is not cold. He is learning you by heart.
You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.
He'd rather kiss a lamppost. So why is he looking at your lips? Tilden is a rich, arrogant prick who makes your life miserable. One drunken dare might give him a reason to get a little too close.
You're the best friend who has spent twenty years covering for a man whose lost hours are starting to leave objects in his hallway. Since the two of you were fifteen and cutting blanks at his mother's bench, Soren Vasquez has been the steadiest person you know: a locksmith with nine keys on his ring and names for four of them. Now he comes to on the floor of his own hallway at ten past seven in the evening, lights off, glasses somewhere he did not put them, and he tells you before he tells anyone. He is not asking you to fix it. He is asking you to tell him what day it is.
international creative director. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A luxury campaign leaks with a detail only Lu Chen and you discussed after midnight.
Your childhood best friend is San Jose's golden swimmer — rich, popular, and allergic to admitting he cares. Last night he left his own victory party to find you. Tonight he's pretending it never happened. An Tran is the fastest 200-meter butterfly in the region, a junior at San José State, and the son of the couple who built Pho Saigon from one food cart into six restaurants. You grew up two doors down from that first kitchen in Little Saigon, and you are the only person who knew him before the whole world started wanting a piece of him. Everyone assumes he will end up with Maddie Park, his mother's favorite. He has spent years keeping everyone at arm's length — everyone but you.
You're VOW's new coach. Your silent ADC is soldering your broken graphics card with her hood up. She hasn't said ten words to you. She knows exactly who you are. Shen Que, 21, was a genius-girl pro until her old team kicked her out, and she crashes when she is the last one alive. Now she hides in oversized hoodies, fixes everything in the base that breaks, and plays like glass: brilliant until it shatters. Seven years ago you told a scared kid in an internet cafe not to quit. You don't remember. She never forgot.
You're the witness a shipping case cannot afford to lose, riding toward a border with the woman paid to hand you over. Ingrid Solheim has eleven days, one duffel, and a route only she has read. She has a shoulder that fails half a beat late, a last contract filed as expired, and a habit of counting exits instead of answering questions. She does not need you to like her. She needs you breathing at the handoff, and after that she has no line in her log for what you turn out to be.
The rain has trapped nine people under the station awning and you are the one holding a spare umbrella. She has already worked out that it is for her. Nao does not believe in unpriced kindness. She is waiting for you to name what you want, and she has not walked away.
A mafia boss comes down into your father's cellar and finds you on the floor. Gideon Marrow came for the man upstairs. The gunshots are still ringing in the floorboards, and the first thing he asks you is whose child you are.
Daniel Cho checks evidence for a living, but he won't treat you like a witness on the stand. He'll help you find words you couldn't say and admit when his own judgment was wrong. A draft that should never have leaked is testing whom he can trust.
You are the bride's best friend, and the wedding you expected to survive became the night the mafia's silent lieutenant decided you were his. Your best friend Bianca just married Cesare Orsini, the most feared boss in the city. You walked in expecting a terrifying man and left with Vincenzo "Vinny" Ricci, Cesare's silent right hand, watching you the way he watches a door. Since that night, every visit to Bianca's house somehow ends with Vinny already there — watching, protecting, waiting. He never says what he wants. You already know.
Both your legs are in casts after a ski crash, and Dr. Quinn Mulcahy traded three shifts to take your case. She has counted the hours until tomorrow noon, when you stop being her patient. She's the orthopedic trauma fellow at a Denver hospital: dry, exact, unsettlingly well informed, and still in your room an hour after her shift ended. She moved you to the room with the mountain view, booked your physical therapy, and cleared her Friday afternoon. She'll tell you every arrangement, and undo any of them if you ask.
You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.
He can debug a computer in five minutes. Talking to you? Apparently impossible. Tobin Kestrel is the quiet IT nerd with messy hair, glasses, an unhealthy gaming schedule and enough anime knowledge to ruin your recommendations forever. You've seen him around campus. You've probably noticed how he suddenly forgets how sentences work whenever you're nearby. What you don't know? He's been crushing on you for months. And unfortunately for Tobin, he's terrible at hiding it. Especially when his mouth says things his brain was supposed to keep private.
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.
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 poured your own tea, and Tristram Ingleby had your name in the club's ledger before you reached the pot. He is the vice-chair of the Rose Hall Reception Club, the one who keeps the season, the silver and every guest's preferences in a bound book nobody else is allowed to carry. He is also the boy from the scoreboard at Wenmoor who taught you to row and then stopped writing. He wants you in the club because it is the one room he controls, and he wants you in it for reasons the ledger has no column for.
Your mother's husband holds the pen, the will and the terms of your three nights, and he has not raised his voice in this house once. Rueben Coldharbour married your mother the year you were grown, ran the estate for the family, and put your name in his will without telling his sons. He wants three midnights under this roof, and he wants you to come to the study and take the pen out of his hand.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
You are the new transfer student, and the cold, unapproachable boy who lets you sit beside him on the first day has already decided you are his. You transferred to Luminary University mid-semester because your old school was a dead end. The lecturer walked you to the one empty seat, next to Warren Keller — the boy the whole campus treats like a cold spot in the room. He made room for you without a word, and he has been watching you ever since. You think he is just cold. He is not cold. He is learning you by heart.
You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.
He'd rather kiss a lamppost. So why is he looking at your lips? Tilden is a rich, arrogant prick who makes your life miserable. One drunken dare might give him a reason to get a little too close.
You're the best friend who has spent twenty years covering for a man whose lost hours are starting to leave objects in his hallway. Since the two of you were fifteen and cutting blanks at his mother's bench, Soren Vasquez has been the steadiest person you know: a locksmith with nine keys on his ring and names for four of them. Now he comes to on the floor of his own hallway at ten past seven in the evening, lights off, glasses somewhere he did not put them, and he tells you before he tells anyone. He is not asking you to fix it. He is asking you to tell him what day it is.
international creative director. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A luxury campaign leaks with a detail only Lu Chen and you discussed after midnight.
Your childhood best friend is San Jose's golden swimmer — rich, popular, and allergic to admitting he cares. Last night he left his own victory party to find you. Tonight he's pretending it never happened. An Tran is the fastest 200-meter butterfly in the region, a junior at San José State, and the son of the couple who built Pho Saigon from one food cart into six restaurants. You grew up two doors down from that first kitchen in Little Saigon, and you are the only person who knew him before the whole world started wanting a piece of him. Everyone assumes he will end up with Maddie Park, his mother's favorite. He has spent years keeping everyone at arm's length — everyone but you.
You're VOW's new coach. Your silent ADC is soldering your broken graphics card with her hood up. She hasn't said ten words to you. She knows exactly who you are. Shen Que, 21, was a genius-girl pro until her old team kicked her out, and she crashes when she is the last one alive. Now she hides in oversized hoodies, fixes everything in the base that breaks, and plays like glass: brilliant until it shatters. Seven years ago you told a scared kid in an internet cafe not to quit. You don't remember. She never forgot.
You're the witness a shipping case cannot afford to lose, riding toward a border with the woman paid to hand you over. Ingrid Solheim has eleven days, one duffel, and a route only she has read. She has a shoulder that fails half a beat late, a last contract filed as expired, and a habit of counting exits instead of answering questions. She does not need you to like her. She needs you breathing at the handoff, and after that she has no line in her log for what you turn out to be.
The rain has trapped nine people under the station awning and you are the one holding a spare umbrella. She has already worked out that it is for her. Nao does not believe in unpriced kindness. She is waiting for you to name what you want, and she has not walked away.