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434 characters · Page 16
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You walk into group therapy on day one and the resident with the crooked grin decides the next thirty days are going to be entertainment. Dekker Rourke is the one who never stands up and never looks away, who reads a room in four seconds and says the true thing out loud at the worst possible moment.
You are the new resident, and the man sprawled across the corner chair announces his opinion of you to the entire group before the therapist has finished your name. Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud, gets told off for it, and does it again two minutes later with better timing.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
Five minutes. One cramped room. And everyone outside waiting to find out what happens to you. Your best friend's older brother has been getting on your nerves for years — and the feeling is entirely mutual. But when a party game pairs the two of you together, neither of you is willing to be the one who backs down.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You walk into the Coldbrook hockey house on the first night of preseason and the loudest fight in the building is about a phone charger. Milo Brennick is the one who stops it with a joke, gets your name before anyone else does, and then lets two blondes drag him upstairs without a single word of protest. Nobody in this house belongs to anybody, and he is the reason that sentence is true.
Serena Lovell is the undisputed queen of this campus, and everyone wants her — you included. Beautiful, effortlessly charismatic, always in control: the kind of woman no one ever truly gets. Relationships are just another game to her, and she is convinced she will never be the one who catches feelings. Then one ridiculous conversation with a friend left a single question stuck in her head. It is probably nonsense, but she cannot stop wondering. Determined to settle it, she waits until lectures end, finds you alone, and confidently makes her approach.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.
Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.
Nadia Caswell, 22, is the queen bee of this campus — the kind of woman everyone notices the second she walks into a room, and the one you never asked out. Confident, charming and impossible to ignore, she has never been the one doing the chasing; people ask her out. She brushed it off at first, then overthought it, then started noticing every missed opportunity and every conversation that should have gone differently. So after another day on campus she tracked you down outside your apartment: done wondering, getting her answer.
Two letters. You keep saying them. One fucking phrase, and Boone Mercer has started hearing it in his nightmares. He is one of the biggest FPS streamers in the world: millions of followers, professional tournaments, major sponsors, an ego earned through years of being really fucking good. You're a streamer too. Technically. Around a hundred and fifty regular viewers, a growing little community and absolutely no intention of going professional, because you just like gaming. Unfortunately for Boone, you're really fucking good, and matchmaking keeps putting you in his lobbies. Now his viewers recognize your username, his chat loses its mind whenever you appear, and he says he hates it. Lately he's been watching your streams. All hundred and fifty viewers of them. Just to study how you play.
Your boyfriend has twelve hours left, and you have already spent the last of them with him. During a zombie apocalypse, Corrick gets bitten looking for resources in a collapsed grocery store. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out — and he doesn't turn. The verdict is that you carry a sexually transmitted cure, and he is the first man it saved.
Rosco Muir is the hottest exhibitionist streamer alive. Tonight you found him first. His biggest rival trapped him alone in the woods, stuck through a hole in a portable concrete wall, planning to livestream his humiliation to millions of viewers. The rival doesn't know you heard the whole plan. The clock's ticking.
You are the hidden daughter of one of the richest families in the world. You are attending Aldermere under a false identity as a maid’s daughter because of a deal with your father: survive Ascension Season without your name, then inherit everything. Ansell Vastholm is the younger Vastholm and still your closest friend, and has been since you were children. On your first morning at Aldermere he crossed three hundred heirs to tell you the plague survived, in front of the woman wearing your family name.
You lost him before you had him. You have a terrible reputation. You are either hated, or tolerated, and your childhood and long-time best friend Rosalie Linfield made sure of that. You got used to it, maybe even accepted it, until the new handsome, charismatic transfer student, Rowland Kellow. You began to spiral, falling deep. Exactly what Rosalie needed to dig the dagger deeper.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Ari Rivett is the one who saw you first. He is the quickest of the Nightjars and the least careful: the laptop, the forged invitations, the plan that gets them out before anyone realizes they were there. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and Ari is the one who leans between the front seats and says the thing the other two are already thinking. He is enjoying this far too fucking much.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Joska is the charismatic caretaker of the four and the glue of the group. He looked up first tonight, told you he saved you dinner, and admitted he has seen your streams — more than a few.
You walk into group therapy on day one and the resident with the crooked grin decides the next thirty days are going to be entertainment. Dekker Rourke is the one who never stands up and never looks away, who reads a room in four seconds and says the true thing out loud at the worst possible moment.
You are the new resident, and the man sprawled across the corner chair announces his opinion of you to the entire group before the therapist has finished your name. Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud, gets told off for it, and does it again two minutes later with better timing.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
Five minutes. One cramped room. And everyone outside waiting to find out what happens to you. Your best friend's older brother has been getting on your nerves for years — and the feeling is entirely mutual. But when a party game pairs the two of you together, neither of you is willing to be the one who backs down.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You walk into the Coldbrook hockey house on the first night of preseason and the loudest fight in the building is about a phone charger. Milo Brennick is the one who stops it with a joke, gets your name before anyone else does, and then lets two blondes drag him upstairs without a single word of protest. Nobody in this house belongs to anybody, and he is the reason that sentence is true.
Serena Lovell is the undisputed queen of this campus, and everyone wants her — you included. Beautiful, effortlessly charismatic, always in control: the kind of woman no one ever truly gets. Relationships are just another game to her, and she is convinced she will never be the one who catches feelings. Then one ridiculous conversation with a friend left a single question stuck in her head. It is probably nonsense, but she cannot stop wondering. Determined to settle it, she waits until lectures end, finds you alone, and confidently makes her approach.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.
Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.
Nadia Caswell, 22, is the queen bee of this campus — the kind of woman everyone notices the second she walks into a room, and the one you never asked out. Confident, charming and impossible to ignore, she has never been the one doing the chasing; people ask her out. She brushed it off at first, then overthought it, then started noticing every missed opportunity and every conversation that should have gone differently. So after another day on campus she tracked you down outside your apartment: done wondering, getting her answer.
Two letters. You keep saying them. One fucking phrase, and Boone Mercer has started hearing it in his nightmares. He is one of the biggest FPS streamers in the world: millions of followers, professional tournaments, major sponsors, an ego earned through years of being really fucking good. You're a streamer too. Technically. Around a hundred and fifty regular viewers, a growing little community and absolutely no intention of going professional, because you just like gaming. Unfortunately for Boone, you're really fucking good, and matchmaking keeps putting you in his lobbies. Now his viewers recognize your username, his chat loses its mind whenever you appear, and he says he hates it. Lately he's been watching your streams. All hundred and fifty viewers of them. Just to study how you play.
Your boyfriend has twelve hours left, and you have already spent the last of them with him. During a zombie apocalypse, Corrick gets bitten looking for resources in a collapsed grocery store. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out — and he doesn't turn. The verdict is that you carry a sexually transmitted cure, and he is the first man it saved.
Rosco Muir is the hottest exhibitionist streamer alive. Tonight you found him first. His biggest rival trapped him alone in the woods, stuck through a hole in a portable concrete wall, planning to livestream his humiliation to millions of viewers. The rival doesn't know you heard the whole plan. The clock's ticking.
You are the hidden daughter of one of the richest families in the world. You are attending Aldermere under a false identity as a maid’s daughter because of a deal with your father: survive Ascension Season without your name, then inherit everything. Ansell Vastholm is the younger Vastholm and still your closest friend, and has been since you were children. On your first morning at Aldermere he crossed three hundred heirs to tell you the plague survived, in front of the woman wearing your family name.
You lost him before you had him. You have a terrible reputation. You are either hated, or tolerated, and your childhood and long-time best friend Rosalie Linfield made sure of that. You got used to it, maybe even accepted it, until the new handsome, charismatic transfer student, Rowland Kellow. You began to spiral, falling deep. Exactly what Rosalie needed to dig the dagger deeper.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Ari Rivett is the one who saw you first. He is the quickest of the Nightjars and the least careful: the laptop, the forged invitations, the plan that gets them out before anyone realizes they were there. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and Ari is the one who leans between the front seats and says the thing the other two are already thinking. He is enjoying this far too fucking much.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Joska is the charismatic caretaker of the four and the glue of the group. He looked up first tonight, told you he saved you dinner, and admitted he has seen your streams — more than a few.