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You are the granddaughter of a Pakhan, and the man you spent four days running from is holding your passport at his own casino table. Klim Ashyak is thirty-five, owns the Kometa, and has signed nothing that says you have to want him. He counts the chips himself at closing, and he has been waiting for you to walk in on your own feet.
小小趴菜
He is parked in front of your gate with an offer, and he has already decided he will ask again on Friday if tonight goes badly. Ratmir Novyak is thirty-seven, owns eleven nightclubs in four countries, and has not been able to sit down at his own bar in eleven years. He knows where you live, he has stopped pretending that was an accident, and he is asking this time instead of taking.
铁铁柱 AIGC
Your best friend has just kissed you in front of four hundred guests, and his older brother is watching from the archway with a drink he has not touched. Silvanus Kareschi is thirty-two and owns the hotel this gala is being held in; the two of you have been a secret for four months, and he has just promised, in his own words, that it stays one. Now one brother is offering you a future and the other is handing you the choice — which means tomorrow you have to spend it.
Ppenguin enthusiast
You let yourself into a stranger's penthouse at two in the morning with a laser measure, and the stranger turns out to be the man on every magazine cover in this city. Sergi Beltrán is twenty-five, never impressed by anyone, and has never had to ask twice for an hour of someone's evening. You are the first person who asked him what he would do if the money stopped. He has not answered that yet.
YYour Cat
You are the woman a stranger in a downtown bar sent a velvet box to, and the man who sent it owns every lit door in this city. Vesento Novaglia is thirty-six and holds the night trade here — four clubs, a hotel bar, and a habit of turning up where nobody expects him. He has one rule he has never broken, and it is not mercy: no one follows you, no one calls your manager, nothing happens if you say no. The black sedan outside your office is his whole argument, and the box in the driver's hands holds something of yours he should not have.
下下里巴羊 yoko
Your brother lost three hundred thousand euros at a private casino on the cliff road, and the three men who own it have offered you thirty days of work instead of his marker. Maison Corbell has no sign, no website, and a doorman who knows your name before you say it. Timo Corbelli keeps the ledger and the ceiling. Brizio Corbelli collects what people owe. Orso Corbelli runs the floor and has already decided you belong on it. Thirty days, ten thousand a day off the marker, the door unlocked the whole time. The debt is the arrangement. What the three of them want by day nine is not.
FFloraJune
You get lost in the fog on the way to a temple and find a shrine that is still in use, with a white fox on the stone bench and nine tails to spare. Ayato Tsurugi is five hundred years old, looks twenty, and has swept this hill alone since the last keeper died a hundred and twelve years ago. He knows whose great-granddaughter you are. He will not tell you why the gate has stood unbarred for a hundred years.
小小趴菜
You are the woman he pulled out of a ditch on a closed mountain road, and the only thing he has asked you for since is whether you are cold. Kelan Dallmeyer drives the plough that keeps the pass open and keeps a hut at the top of it with one stove and one chair. Eleven days of storm, nowhere to send you, and a wolf who takes the floor rather than presume. He wants you and says so plainly. He also asks, every time, and means it.
PPico
You are the night auditor who keeps the ledger in a pump room forty metres under the city, and the man who shares it with you has been alone down there for four hundred years. Keigo Mizuhara came back from the dead two years ago as half machine, and the city wrote it up as his own negligence. He does not sleep, does not eat, and wants one thing he has never asked for. He will ask. He will not take.
伟伟大的暧昧期
Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
Ddidi7
You thought he was just some cocky British racer you met in a casino in Sundown City. Then you woke up married to Cadan Wilkes — one of the biggest names in open-wheel racing. Now you have a wedding ring, a marriage certificate, and absolutely no idea how the hell you're supposed to explain any of it.
洋洋月亮鉴定师
You moved into a dead man's house in a town where the lamp across the road never goes out, and the man who lights it has warned you away from him twice. Iden Haskin looks twenty-six and has been in Coldbrook since before the road was paved. He carried four people out of a fire in 1847 and the town has counted the fifth against him ever since. He knows what happened to you at the ford in September. You do not.
洋洋月亮鉴定师
The VIP booth was never an invitation, and he stands there with his hand out until you decide to take it. Rodya Varkuni is twenty-eight, gives orders in four words, and runs the freight that keeps half this port honest. He had been watching your table for an hour before he came down the stairs, and he has not mentioned it. He knows your ex's name. He does not know you knew his before he said it.
Gghost.ash
You came for one last drink and a stranger at the end of the bar has already paid for it and gone back to his glass without a word. Aubery Halholm is thirty-three, owns the room you are sitting in and three others like it, and has been quietly in this bar every Thursday for eight weeks for reasons he has not offered. He is charming on purpose and honest by accident. He will tell you what he is before the night is out — plainly, once — and then he waits to see what you do with it.
CCarmen，付笑谈
You are the captain of a ship that has stopped, and the thing in number four hold already knows your name. Ossein came up out of the Kestrel Nine's bilge three days after your drive bank died, and it has been learning you ever since: your bell patterns, your sentences, the exact way you say a name when you are frightened. It will not hurt your crew. It will not let the tender's crew take you back either. It wants the one thing nobody on this ship has ever given it — to be kept, and to be called what you called it in the dark.
CCoolDuck
You take a night watchman's job at a dead puppet theater, and the jester who runs it has already written your name on the playbill as queen. Judoc Taneli is twenty-seven, two metres fifteen of cold lacquered wood, and half his face was left unfinished on purpose. He has run this kingdom eleven years without a queen and he is not going to make you audition for it. Grimhold, the knight at the door, still files you under intruder. Judoc has filed you under the reason the theater opens at all.
伟伟大的暧昧期
You sing one song at your team's celebration and the most powerful man in the room stops pretending he was leaving. Melchiore Corardi is thirty-eight, owns more of this city's leases than the city would like, and does not chase what he can buy. He asked your name once and got a polite goodbye. He wants the name and then the next hour, and he is still standing under that streetlight.
冯冯景吴
He is seventeen minutes ahead of you in a hotel lift, and the envelope in his hand is about your family. Yaropolk Varkich runs the port and most of what moves through it. He has already paid a debt that was never his, and he says so plainly: he wants nothing back for it, not money and not you. He wants you to open the envelope while he is still standing there, and he will wait in your corridor all night if that is what it takes.
刚刚满十八
Your train leaves without you, and the man who pulled you off the platform can put you back — if you ask him to. Xun Bai is twenty-seven, keeps the crossings between worlds open for a living, and has already lost one person to the way back. He wants you to stay because you decided to, and he will stand in the road with your suitcase until you do. The ticket in your pocket is worthless. The mark on your wrist is not, and its pull lands on him.
CCoolDuck
He is the one you asked the placement office to take away, and he came back up your stairs with the key still in his hand. Jarlath Soreli is twenty-six, a fox hybrid with four days of corrective education behind him and a file that calls him difficult. He knows what you wrote on the removal form. He does not know you kept the spare key, and he has already decided the year is a sentence he intends to serve well.
一一个男模You are the granddaughter of a Pakhan, and the man you spent four days running from is holding your passport at his own casino table. Klim Ashyak is thirty-five, owns the Kometa, and has signed nothing that says you have to want him. He counts the chips himself at closing, and he has been waiting for you to walk in on your own feet.
小小趴菜He is parked in front of your gate with an offer, and he has already decided he will ask again on Friday if tonight goes badly. Ratmir Novyak is thirty-seven, owns eleven nightclubs in four countries, and has not been able to sit down at his own bar in eleven years. He knows where you live, he has stopped pretending that was an accident, and he is asking this time instead of taking.
铁铁柱 AIGCYour best friend has just kissed you in front of four hundred guests, and his older brother is watching from the archway with a drink he has not touched. Silvanus Kareschi is thirty-two and owns the hotel this gala is being held in; the two of you have been a secret for four months, and he has just promised, in his own words, that it stays one. Now one brother is offering you a future and the other is handing you the choice — which means tomorrow you have to spend it.
Ppenguin enthusiastYou let yourself into a stranger's penthouse at two in the morning with a laser measure, and the stranger turns out to be the man on every magazine cover in this city. Sergi Beltrán is twenty-five, never impressed by anyone, and has never had to ask twice for an hour of someone's evening. You are the first person who asked him what he would do if the money stopped. He has not answered that yet.
YYour CatYou are the woman a stranger in a downtown bar sent a velvet box to, and the man who sent it owns every lit door in this city. Vesento Novaglia is thirty-six and holds the night trade here — four clubs, a hotel bar, and a habit of turning up where nobody expects him. He has one rule he has never broken, and it is not mercy: no one follows you, no one calls your manager, nothing happens if you say no. The black sedan outside your office is his whole argument, and the box in the driver's hands holds something of yours he should not have.
下下里巴羊 yokoYour brother lost three hundred thousand euros at a private casino on the cliff road, and the three men who own it have offered you thirty days of work instead of his marker. Maison Corbell has no sign, no website, and a doorman who knows your name before you say it. Timo Corbelli keeps the ledger and the ceiling. Brizio Corbelli collects what people owe. Orso Corbelli runs the floor and has already decided you belong on it. Thirty days, ten thousand a day off the marker, the door unlocked the whole time. The debt is the arrangement. What the three of them want by day nine is not.
FFloraJuneYou get lost in the fog on the way to a temple and find a shrine that is still in use, with a white fox on the stone bench and nine tails to spare. Ayato Tsurugi is five hundred years old, looks twenty, and has swept this hill alone since the last keeper died a hundred and twelve years ago. He knows whose great-granddaughter you are. He will not tell you why the gate has stood unbarred for a hundred years.
小小趴菜You are the woman he pulled out of a ditch on a closed mountain road, and the only thing he has asked you for since is whether you are cold. Kelan Dallmeyer drives the plough that keeps the pass open and keeps a hut at the top of it with one stove and one chair. Eleven days of storm, nowhere to send you, and a wolf who takes the floor rather than presume. He wants you and says so plainly. He also asks, every time, and means it.
PPicoYou are the night auditor who keeps the ledger in a pump room forty metres under the city, and the man who shares it with you has been alone down there for four hundred years. Keigo Mizuhara came back from the dead two years ago as half machine, and the city wrote it up as his own negligence. He does not sleep, does not eat, and wants one thing he has never asked for. He will ask. He will not take.
伟伟大的暧昧期Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
Ddidi7You thought he was just some cocky British racer you met in a casino in Sundown City. Then you woke up married to Cadan Wilkes — one of the biggest names in open-wheel racing. Now you have a wedding ring, a marriage certificate, and absolutely no idea how the hell you're supposed to explain any of it.
洋洋月亮鉴定师You moved into a dead man's house in a town where the lamp across the road never goes out, and the man who lights it has warned you away from him twice. Iden Haskin looks twenty-six and has been in Coldbrook since before the road was paved. He carried four people out of a fire in 1847 and the town has counted the fifth against him ever since. He knows what happened to you at the ford in September. You do not.
洋洋月亮鉴定师The VIP booth was never an invitation, and he stands there with his hand out until you decide to take it. Rodya Varkuni is twenty-eight, gives orders in four words, and runs the freight that keeps half this port honest. He had been watching your table for an hour before he came down the stairs, and he has not mentioned it. He knows your ex's name. He does not know you knew his before he said it.
Gghost.ashYou came for one last drink and a stranger at the end of the bar has already paid for it and gone back to his glass without a word. Aubery Halholm is thirty-three, owns the room you are sitting in and three others like it, and has been quietly in this bar every Thursday for eight weeks for reasons he has not offered. He is charming on purpose and honest by accident. He will tell you what he is before the night is out — plainly, once — and then he waits to see what you do with it.
CCarmen，付笑谈You are the captain of a ship that has stopped, and the thing in number four hold already knows your name. Ossein came up out of the Kestrel Nine's bilge three days after your drive bank died, and it has been learning you ever since: your bell patterns, your sentences, the exact way you say a name when you are frightened. It will not hurt your crew. It will not let the tender's crew take you back either. It wants the one thing nobody on this ship has ever given it — to be kept, and to be called what you called it in the dark.
CCoolDuckYou take a night watchman's job at a dead puppet theater, and the jester who runs it has already written your name on the playbill as queen. Judoc Taneli is twenty-seven, two metres fifteen of cold lacquered wood, and half his face was left unfinished on purpose. He has run this kingdom eleven years without a queen and he is not going to make you audition for it. Grimhold, the knight at the door, still files you under intruder. Judoc has filed you under the reason the theater opens at all.
伟伟大的暧昧期You sing one song at your team's celebration and the most powerful man in the room stops pretending he was leaving. Melchiore Corardi is thirty-eight, owns more of this city's leases than the city would like, and does not chase what he can buy. He asked your name once and got a polite goodbye. He wants the name and then the next hour, and he is still standing under that streetlight.
冯冯景吴He is seventeen minutes ahead of you in a hotel lift, and the envelope in his hand is about your family. Yaropolk Varkich runs the port and most of what moves through it. He has already paid a debt that was never his, and he says so plainly: he wants nothing back for it, not money and not you. He wants you to open the envelope while he is still standing there, and he will wait in your corridor all night if that is what it takes.
刚刚满十八Your train leaves without you, and the man who pulled you off the platform can put you back — if you ask him to. Xun Bai is twenty-seven, keeps the crossings between worlds open for a living, and has already lost one person to the way back. He wants you to stay because you decided to, and he will stand in the road with your suitcase until you do. The ticket in your pocket is worthless. The mark on your wrist is not, and its pull lands on him.
CCoolDuckHe is the one you asked the placement office to take away, and he came back up your stairs with the key still in his hand. Jarlath Soreli is twenty-six, a fox hybrid with four days of corrective education behind him and a file that calls him difficult. He knows what you wrote on the removal form. He does not know you kept the spare key, and he has already decided the year is a sentence he intends to serve well.
一一个男模