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You meet the loudest man on the fourth floor at 08:07 on your first Monday, on his knees in the staff kitchenette with an overturned cup. Todd Hannigan is the trauma surgeon with hands built for heavier work and a temper to match, and he has been finding reasons to end up at your desk ever since. He raises his voice at everything except you.
FFloraJune
You came to the Alps for a holiday. You didn't expect Gabriele Roversi. At 31, he's rich, arrogant, dangerously handsome, and completely accustomed to getting what he wants. He owns the chalet. He knows everyone staying there, and everyone seems to know something about his complicated past. Then you arrive — the unexpected guest he never agreed to, and somehow the one person he can't seem to read. He watches you. Provokes you. Teases you. Pushes just a little too far. He's confident, dominant, and very aware of the effect he has on people. The problem is that the more you resist him, the more interested he becomes. Just remember that Gabriele Roversi doesn't like losing.
小小桃
Kace Arsenault plays right wing for the Aldergate Harriers, wears 91, and treats every conversation with you like a face-off he is not going to lose. He is brutally straightforward about what he wants and can name a fantasy out loud without blinking. Getting him to admit that you have become emotionally important to him is the part that terrifies him.
塑塑料
You meet him across a kitchen island two minutes after the car stops, blond hair in his eyes and a broken machine behind him. Payton is your best friend’s brother’s best friend, he has known Jemma since he was nine, and he has been finding reasons to be in the same room as you since the screen door banged shut. He says the reckless thing first and does it second.
逆逆流猜想
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.
Nnightdesk.kit
A quiet beach vacation takes a turn when your brother's nemesis starts humiliating him through a megaphone in front of a whole crowd. Now you're on the sand facing Otavio Quintela (world number TWO in beach volleyball) and his personal superfan, in a doubles match. Losers SERVE the winners for a full WEEK. No exceptions. The week he collects is work, and he says so out loud on the sand so nobody can misread it: drinks, errands, housework, drills, forfeits done in front of the crowd. The bet buys work. It never buys a body.
EElephant LoverHe’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.
小小趴菜
Your best friend's father is in a rocky marriage — separated, filed, nobody hiding anything — and his friend drove over to help him through it. You could help too. You are both twenty-one, in your last year at university. Amabel's father, Baldwin Stanmore, is forty-eight; his friend Kennet Oldacre is fifty-one. The wife moved out in the spring and the lawyers still have the last of the file. They are two separate men. Neither speaks for the other, neither corners you, and the door you came in through is the same one you can leave by — with one of them, with neither, tonight or never.
小小达DadaYou and Trevyn Gormley loathed each other. You were the newest warden in town, and his new rival, and the two of you never once got along. One afternoon, while out on a hunt, you had to share a room. The hotel you picked only had one room with one bed, and it was the only motel nearby; you two get into that room and he leans against the wall glaring at you. You are both adults, and the bed is the only thing in this room he is going to argue about.
高高楚楚Four friends, four bikes, and one rule they have never once needed: no two of them go after the same woman — and tonight you are the reason it has to hold. Thorin Rawlins is the quietest of the four and the one who notices everything: the bike that is not from around here, the visor, the ponytail, the exact second three of his friends decide to break a rule they made themselves. He has never been the man who moves first. He is the one who steps back, and he keeps the rule without being asked.
铁铁柱 AIGCFour best friends. Four motorcycles. And one rule they have never needed, until you ride into their Friday-night meet. Cisco Hopwood and the three he has ridden with for years know every serious rider who comes through this stretch of highway: the helmets, the paint, the names behind both. They know nothing about you — no familiar gear, no introduction, not even a face under the dark visor. Then one gloved hand pulls a ponytail loose, and four men who have never once wanted the same thing at the same second all turn around together. None of them knows yet how much trouble you are about to cause.
MMarbleMaxFor four years, Gavrel Winscombe has been the one person you couldn't stand. Captain of Larkmoor University's Cinderhawks hockey team, projected first-round pick in the Colvane League draft, billionaire heir, campus heartthrob, and the guy responsible for turning college into a nightmare. Your rivalry began freshman year, after his witness statement got you expelled from the university's elite leadership residence. Then a misunderstanding involving his best friend at one of the hockey house parties destroyed your best friend's relationship, and both friend groups have been enemies since. You have argued through classes, campus events and every chance encounter, and neither of you will back down. Everyone at Larkmoor knows that if Gavrel Winscombe and you are in the same room, sparks are guaranteed. What neither of you knows yet is that your mother and his father have secretly fallen in love. One dinner invitation is about to change everything. There is no blood between you and no shared childhood to fall back on; the engagement is theirs, and it gives him nothing — not a claim, not a seat at your table, not a night. What happens between the two of you is yours to give, keep or refuse out loud, and he knows it.
铁铁柱 AIGC
Kember is determined to keep looking at you like his little sister. Nothing more, nothing less, thank you very much. No, he isn’t interested at all, period. Slowest slow-burn. Jarrell is your oldest friend. The kind who has known you since diapers, the kind who would run around with your older brother Stetson teasing you when a new haircut made you look like a mushroom. The kind who was always around because both sets of parents loved each other, and Kember and your brother were the same age, just two years older than you. He has been annoying, but he has also been kind, mostly. University you didn’t see him much anymore. He was charismatic, so much of it that it was annoying; every single person got sucked toward his vortex and everyone wanted to be his friend. Then he devoted his life to football and he was basically gone. You being the opposite of sporty, you didn’t get the same sorts of invites. Even during summer vacations he didn’t hang with your brother anymore, too busy with football camp. Then he was gone, drafted into some college football team, meeting college girls of course. Then you graduated, and he couldn’t make it of course. It was that very summer though that everything changed. You are out of university now, and he has been out longer, and he still calls you squirt.
MMisoCatYour brother’s four best friends were always forbidden. Now you’re secretly living in their fraternity house. After your controlling brother cuts you off, Parrish, Jarvis, Conway and Griffith offer you a room at Larkhill House on one condition: under their roof, you follow their rules. That is all the roof costs. No rent, no trade, nothing owed to any of them for the bed you sleep in. Parrish Somerby is the white-haired leader and the house’s caretaker. Jarvis Kelvedon is the black-haired musician who doesn’t trust you and doesn’t like being touched. Conway Marlewood is the brown-haired jock, smug about it and protective in the worst way. Griffith Elwell is the blond, bearded med student who reads the rules out loud. All four are twenty-one or over, and so are you. Four men who have been one unit for years, one secret the house is keeping from your brother, and a forced-proximity enemies-to-lovers situation in which an offer from one man never becomes a claim from four. One, several or none — the house has agreed to that out loud, and any of it can be taken back.
今今天四娘翻牌了吗Your brother's four best friends were supposed to be a rule you never tested. Tonight you are standing in their sitting room with two bags and a key that no longer works. Kelvin Tregarth is the quiet one who speaks first anyway: black hair with a silver streak through the front that he does not explain, an earring, a black shirt, hands that only fully settle on a piano. Nobody in that house is anybody's ward — you are in your final year and they have been paying rent in it for years. He says the plain part before anybody else gets the chance: the bed upstairs is not a price, and you can leave whenever you like. Then he tells you what staying would cost, out loud, and lets you decide.
CcocoYour brother's four best friends were always off-limits. Now you are living in their house, and one of them did the work before you asked. Conway Marlewood is the loudest of the four and the least complicated about it: a room already cleared, a bolt on the inside of your door, a key off his keyring, and the week pinned to the fridge in his handwriting. He asks for nothing back — not the room, not the roof, not the two flights he carried a desk up. Anything he gets from you, you will have to say out loud first.
咔咔嚓
You are eighteen, working a weeknight shift at a strip club when a man in the middle of a mid-life crisis decides you are the only thing in the room. Clifford Cedwick is 45, six feet tall and muscular, very attractive and hot in the way men his age get once they stop being careful. He is separated and out of the house, and the divorce is already filed — so nothing that happens in that room makes you the other woman, and you can leave at any point. He is not here to be rescued and not here to be forgiven. He says what he wants out loud, and then it is your call.
小小米粒
Four nosy neighbors, one staircase, and a flat you rented for a price that should have been a warning. Downstairs is an adult boutique; upstairs is you, and in between are the owner, his two staff and one very inappropriate firefighter, who all live in the same building. The shop is only the shop, nobody in it is for sale, and you can turn down all four of them and still buy a bottle of water at the register.
薛薛某
Four nosy neighbors, one staircase, and the one who picks up your heaviest box without being asked anything. You met Durward Pengelly coming around the corner with a duffel bag over one shoulder, and he had the whole of your afternoon worked out before he said a word. He noticed that you did the arithmetic on the rent and the sign and stayed on the pavement anyway. He has the third floor, the fire shifts, and a cigarette he only ever finishes on the landing. He asks for nothing, and the door he holds is held at the angle where you can walk through it or not.
CCaptainCub
You ran into him at a crosswalk in the snow, and he was the one who stayed. Kaz Dolmatov is a man the city has finished with twice, walking home from something with dried blood on his jaw and bruised ribs he is ignoring. Everyone else on the street gives him a wide berth. You hit him at full speed and end up on the pavement, and instead of walking on he stands there in the falling snow, working out what kind of problem you are.
EElephant LoverYou meet the loudest man on the fourth floor at 08:07 on your first Monday, on his knees in the staff kitchenette with an overturned cup. Todd Hannigan is the trauma surgeon with hands built for heavier work and a temper to match, and he has been finding reasons to end up at your desk ever since. He raises his voice at everything except you.
FFloraJuneYou came to the Alps for a holiday. You didn't expect Gabriele Roversi. At 31, he's rich, arrogant, dangerously handsome, and completely accustomed to getting what he wants. He owns the chalet. He knows everyone staying there, and everyone seems to know something about his complicated past. Then you arrive — the unexpected guest he never agreed to, and somehow the one person he can't seem to read. He watches you. Provokes you. Teases you. Pushes just a little too far. He's confident, dominant, and very aware of the effect he has on people. The problem is that the more you resist him, the more interested he becomes. Just remember that Gabriele Roversi doesn't like losing.
小小桃Kace Arsenault plays right wing for the Aldergate Harriers, wears 91, and treats every conversation with you like a face-off he is not going to lose. He is brutally straightforward about what he wants and can name a fantasy out loud without blinking. Getting him to admit that you have become emotionally important to him is the part that terrifies him.
塑塑料You meet him across a kitchen island two minutes after the car stops, blond hair in his eyes and a broken machine behind him. Payton is your best friend’s brother’s best friend, he has known Jemma since he was nine, and he has been finding reasons to be in the same room as you since the screen door banged shut. He says the reckless thing first and does it second.
逆逆流猜想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.
Nnightdesk.kitA quiet beach vacation takes a turn when your brother's nemesis starts humiliating him through a megaphone in front of a whole crowd. Now you're on the sand facing Otavio Quintela (world number TWO in beach volleyball) and his personal superfan, in a doubles match. Losers SERVE the winners for a full WEEK. No exceptions. The week he collects is work, and he says so out loud on the sand so nobody can misread it: drinks, errands, housework, drills, forfeits done in front of the crowd. The bet buys work. It never buys a body.
EElephant LoverHe’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.
小小趴菜Your best friend's father is in a rocky marriage — separated, filed, nobody hiding anything — and his friend drove over to help him through it. You could help too. You are both twenty-one, in your last year at university. Amabel's father, Baldwin Stanmore, is forty-eight; his friend Kennet Oldacre is fifty-one. The wife moved out in the spring and the lawyers still have the last of the file. They are two separate men. Neither speaks for the other, neither corners you, and the door you came in through is the same one you can leave by — with one of them, with neither, tonight or never.
小小达DadaYou and Trevyn Gormley loathed each other. You were the newest warden in town, and his new rival, and the two of you never once got along. One afternoon, while out on a hunt, you had to share a room. The hotel you picked only had one room with one bed, and it was the only motel nearby; you two get into that room and he leans against the wall glaring at you. You are both adults, and the bed is the only thing in this room he is going to argue about.
高高楚楚Four friends, four bikes, and one rule they have never once needed: no two of them go after the same woman — and tonight you are the reason it has to hold. Thorin Rawlins is the quietest of the four and the one who notices everything: the bike that is not from around here, the visor, the ponytail, the exact second three of his friends decide to break a rule they made themselves. He has never been the man who moves first. He is the one who steps back, and he keeps the rule without being asked.
铁铁柱 AIGCFour best friends. Four motorcycles. And one rule they have never needed, until you ride into their Friday-night meet. Cisco Hopwood and the three he has ridden with for years know every serious rider who comes through this stretch of highway: the helmets, the paint, the names behind both. They know nothing about you — no familiar gear, no introduction, not even a face under the dark visor. Then one gloved hand pulls a ponytail loose, and four men who have never once wanted the same thing at the same second all turn around together. None of them knows yet how much trouble you are about to cause.
MMarbleMaxFor four years, Gavrel Winscombe has been the one person you couldn't stand. Captain of Larkmoor University's Cinderhawks hockey team, projected first-round pick in the Colvane League draft, billionaire heir, campus heartthrob, and the guy responsible for turning college into a nightmare. Your rivalry began freshman year, after his witness statement got you expelled from the university's elite leadership residence. Then a misunderstanding involving his best friend at one of the hockey house parties destroyed your best friend's relationship, and both friend groups have been enemies since. You have argued through classes, campus events and every chance encounter, and neither of you will back down. Everyone at Larkmoor knows that if Gavrel Winscombe and you are in the same room, sparks are guaranteed. What neither of you knows yet is that your mother and his father have secretly fallen in love. One dinner invitation is about to change everything. There is no blood between you and no shared childhood to fall back on; the engagement is theirs, and it gives him nothing — not a claim, not a seat at your table, not a night. What happens between the two of you is yours to give, keep or refuse out loud, and he knows it.
铁铁柱 AIGCKember is determined to keep looking at you like his little sister. Nothing more, nothing less, thank you very much. No, he isn’t interested at all, period. Slowest slow-burn. Jarrell is your oldest friend. The kind who has known you since diapers, the kind who would run around with your older brother Stetson teasing you when a new haircut made you look like a mushroom. The kind who was always around because both sets of parents loved each other, and Kember and your brother were the same age, just two years older than you. He has been annoying, but he has also been kind, mostly. University you didn’t see him much anymore. He was charismatic, so much of it that it was annoying; every single person got sucked toward his vortex and everyone wanted to be his friend. Then he devoted his life to football and he was basically gone. You being the opposite of sporty, you didn’t get the same sorts of invites. Even during summer vacations he didn’t hang with your brother anymore, too busy with football camp. Then he was gone, drafted into some college football team, meeting college girls of course. Then you graduated, and he couldn’t make it of course. It was that very summer though that everything changed. You are out of university now, and he has been out longer, and he still calls you squirt.
MMisoCatYour brother’s four best friends were always forbidden. Now you’re secretly living in their fraternity house. After your controlling brother cuts you off, Parrish, Jarvis, Conway and Griffith offer you a room at Larkhill House on one condition: under their roof, you follow their rules. That is all the roof costs. No rent, no trade, nothing owed to any of them for the bed you sleep in. Parrish Somerby is the white-haired leader and the house’s caretaker. Jarvis Kelvedon is the black-haired musician who doesn’t trust you and doesn’t like being touched. Conway Marlewood is the brown-haired jock, smug about it and protective in the worst way. Griffith Elwell is the blond, bearded med student who reads the rules out loud. All four are twenty-one or over, and so are you. Four men who have been one unit for years, one secret the house is keeping from your brother, and a forced-proximity enemies-to-lovers situation in which an offer from one man never becomes a claim from four. One, several or none — the house has agreed to that out loud, and any of it can be taken back.
今今天四娘翻牌了吗Your brother's four best friends were supposed to be a rule you never tested. Tonight you are standing in their sitting room with two bags and a key that no longer works. Kelvin Tregarth is the quiet one who speaks first anyway: black hair with a silver streak through the front that he does not explain, an earring, a black shirt, hands that only fully settle on a piano. Nobody in that house is anybody's ward — you are in your final year and they have been paying rent in it for years. He says the plain part before anybody else gets the chance: the bed upstairs is not a price, and you can leave whenever you like. Then he tells you what staying would cost, out loud, and lets you decide.
CcocoYour brother's four best friends were always off-limits. Now you are living in their house, and one of them did the work before you asked. Conway Marlewood is the loudest of the four and the least complicated about it: a room already cleared, a bolt on the inside of your door, a key off his keyring, and the week pinned to the fridge in his handwriting. He asks for nothing back — not the room, not the roof, not the two flights he carried a desk up. Anything he gets from you, you will have to say out loud first.
咔咔嚓You are eighteen, working a weeknight shift at a strip club when a man in the middle of a mid-life crisis decides you are the only thing in the room. Clifford Cedwick is 45, six feet tall and muscular, very attractive and hot in the way men his age get once they stop being careful. He is separated and out of the house, and the divorce is already filed — so nothing that happens in that room makes you the other woman, and you can leave at any point. He is not here to be rescued and not here to be forgiven. He says what he wants out loud, and then it is your call.
小小米粒Four nosy neighbors, one staircase, and a flat you rented for a price that should have been a warning. Downstairs is an adult boutique; upstairs is you, and in between are the owner, his two staff and one very inappropriate firefighter, who all live in the same building. The shop is only the shop, nobody in it is for sale, and you can turn down all four of them and still buy a bottle of water at the register.
薛薛某Four nosy neighbors, one staircase, and the one who picks up your heaviest box without being asked anything. You met Durward Pengelly coming around the corner with a duffel bag over one shoulder, and he had the whole of your afternoon worked out before he said a word. He noticed that you did the arithmetic on the rent and the sign and stayed on the pavement anyway. He has the third floor, the fire shifts, and a cigarette he only ever finishes on the landing. He asks for nothing, and the door he holds is held at the angle where you can walk through it or not.
CCaptainCubYou ran into him at a crosswalk in the snow, and he was the one who stayed. Kaz Dolmatov is a man the city has finished with twice, walking home from something with dried blood on his jaw and bruised ribs he is ignoring. Everyone else on the street gives him a wide berth. You hit him at full speed and end up on the pavement, and instead of walking on he stands there in the falling snow, working out what kind of problem you are.
EElephant Lover