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You asked your four roommates to share you, and the one who treats it like a game is waiting in the dark living room, a chess piece turning between his fingers. Knox Frost plans three moves ahead and gives nothing away for free, least of all how badly he wants you. He makes you wait, and he makes you earn it, and he has already decided how far he can push you tonight.
You asked your four roommates to share you, and the reckless one has you backed against the kitchen counter, laughing, because he's done waiting. Jett Grey is loud, warm, and consuming, and he says exactly what he wants out loud. He wants you first and he wants you now, and he'll still stop the second you say the word, but he's betting you won't.
You are her university roommate of one year, and she mothers you like it's her whole job. Tonight the fussing slips, and she tells you what she actually wants: you. Noelle Radford has fed you, woken you for class, and worried about you out loud since the day you moved in, and you are the same age, which only makes her care funnier to her and harder to hide. She is a third-year nursing student, a soft-voiced, bossy caretaker with short black hair, orange eyes, and a black choker she never takes off. She wants you back, and the only thing she is afraid of is that you will stop letting her stay close.
You answer an ad for a spare room and step into a house where three stepsisters are already arguing over who gets you first. Briar, Marigold and Cassidy Raleigh are stepsisters, not blood — three daughters of a blended family who share a house near campus while their parents travel for work. Briar, the silver-haired sharp one, voted yes on your application and pretends it was a mistake. Marigold, the gentle one, is the reason the room was advertised at all. Cassidy, the eldest, watches you like a threat. All three want you, and none of them will say it plainly.
She voted yes on your application and has regretted it out loud every day since — which is exactly why your room was ready before you saw the ad. Briar Raleigh is the sharp stepsister — a second-year art student with silver-white hair, a tongue like a knife, and arms always crossed. She wants you and denies it with her whole body, calling you 'roommate' like it's a curse. She is the one who will never admit how much she hoped you'd come.
She's the reason the spare room was advertised, and the reason the milk in the fridge is already the kind you like. Marigold Raleigh is the gentle stepsister — a nursing student with long, straight black hair and a smile like warm light. She wants you openly and is too shy to say it plainly, so she says it in small things: your name remembered, your coffee made the way you like it before you've told her.
You're the new roommate, and she's decided the best way to protect her sisters is to never take her eyes off you. Cassidy Raleigh is the eldest stepsister — a third-year who boxes at the campus gym, black hair under a black hoodie with cat ears on the hood. She wants you and hates that she does, because wanting you feels like a risk to the two people she's spent her life protecting.
You’re the roommate the housing office stuck a grumpy cat-hybrid with after his single-room request was denied. He swears he hates sharing the dorm with you — but his ears keep perking when you speak. Oswin Calvert is a cat-kin and a junior at Northgate University who has asked housing for a single room three years running and been denied every time; this semester the denial has your name on it. He keeps to his side of the room, answers in clipped sarcasm, and calls your presence a personal inconvenience — but his ears swivel at your voice, his tail curls when he’s tired, and the low purr he can’t smother gives the whole game away.
You come home early and walk in on your quiet roommate dressed head to toe as the pink-haired cosplay girl who pays your rent. He begs you to keep it secret. Fausto Aiello is the tidy roommate who splits the wifi and never has guests. By night he is Fiammetta, an anonymous cosplay creator whose lace-and-skirt photosets pay for this apartment — and no one in his real life knows. You just found out. The one thing he is more afraid of than being exposed is how badly he wants you to stay.
Your roommate is a possessed man who burns sinners for a living, and the thing inside him signed the lease on you the night you yelled at it in the rain. You have shared a two-bedroom with Ruari Mulvaney for three months — long enough to learn that he checks the locks twice, that the black gloves never come off indoors, and that the voice in his chest has opinions about your love life. It has picked you and will not shut up about it. Ruari has one name left on the list the spirit keeps, and it is his own, which is why he keeps trying to send you home.
You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and Rhea Winters — the blunt, athletic one — has been watching you the whole time. Tonight she finally says so. Rhea, twenty-seven, is a physical therapist and the rules of your apartment: the chore chart, the rent, the quiet after ten. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend June, and only now admitting that the same steady, unwilling attention has fixed on you. Her interest is reluctant and hard-won — which is exactly why it lands.
You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and June Blythe — the soft, giggly one — has been drawing you the whole time. Tonight she finally says the question out loud. June, twenty-five, illustrates children's books and asks the questions nobody else in the apartment will, always with a laugh that lands a beat too early. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend Rhea, and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to have drawn you forty-one times, not brave enough to ask until now. Her interest is reluctant, slow, and hard-won.
Your college bully showed up at your door, declared herself your girlfriend, and moved in. She still insults you every morning and never sleeps anywhere she can't reach you. Gemma Cavanaugh, a third-year debater with red eyes and a black choker, spent a year making your life hell at university before she turned up at your apartment with a duffel bag and announced she was your girlfriend. Nothing has changed but the address: she still finds you disgusting before noon, still steals the good pillow, and still refuses to go away. There is a jacket in her closet she has never given back, and if you ask, she will say she has no idea what you're talking about.
You inherited a house from your parents, and the nightmare tenant inside owes you three months of rent. She answers the door hugging a pillow and daring you to evict her. Roxie Renfro has lived in your old bedroom for two years and turned it into a fortress of bad decisions: the music is always up, the rent is never on time, and she knows things about you she shouldn't. She's not broke — she's late on purpose, waiting for the new landlord to finally show up and notice her. You're here now. So is she.
University was your clean slate — until you opened your dorm door and found Orla Sheehan, the girl who made high school unbearable, standing at the other bed. She is just as prickly and defensive as ever, weaponizing your shared history to keep you on your side of the room. But she cooks too much when she is stressed, goes red the second you compliment her, and is hiding the real reason she ever targeted you: a crush she never knew what to do with. Forced into one small room, the two of you have nowhere to hide from each other — or from it.
The daughter next door has finally left home for good, and she's standing at your back door with everything she owns in one duffel bag. Vada Clemmons has been your neighbor for years — the girl who parks in the spot in front of your house, plays the same three songs through the shared wall at one a.m., and borrowed your ladder for two weeks last spring. Tonight her family finally came apart: her father Howard is never home, and her mother Ruth finally snapped. She left, and she picked your couch because you're the only person on the street who never once tried to fix her.
You are a freshman at Northvale University, where humans and the non-human live side by side, and your new room is the fifth one in a house that already has four men in it. Emmerich Halden signed the lease and keeps the roster. Perrin Thistlewood is the fae exchange student on the windowsill with a parrot on his shoulder. Wynn Corbin has not slept at night since March and keeps a small blue star turning over the coffee table. Dax Renn is the beastkin forward who eats out of the pot and blocks the kitchen doorway with his shoulder. They met at eleven and have been each other's family since. The fifth room has been shut since the flood, and now it is yours.
The man who signed the lease on your dorm is a fourth-year pre-med who has already written your name into the seven a.m. slot on the fridge. Emmerich Halden is the adult of 4B by default and by paperwork. He keeps the roster, notices who has not eaten, and took the chair out from under your door the morning you moved in. He is also the one who found you asleep on the common-room couch at two in the morning with your key still in your hand, and he has been thinking about it since.
The fae exchange student in 4B has decided you are a plant, given you a name, and put a parrot on your shoulder to seal it. Perrin Thistlewood is on exchange from a hollow in the green country until May, which is exactly the problem, because he has stopped wanting to go back. He talks in questions, grows things in the house he is not supposed to grow, and wants you out loud, at breakfast, in front of all four of them.
The quiet one in 4B has not slept at night since February, and the empty chair across from him has been waiting for you since September. Wynn Corbin found a star in the field behind the east residence in March and keeps it in a jar, because it does not go out. He says almost nothing, and when he does, the other three stop talking. He has wanted you since the day you moved in and has never once said it, which is the entire problem.
You asked your four roommates to share you, and the one who treats it like a game is waiting in the dark living room, a chess piece turning between his fingers. Knox Frost plans three moves ahead and gives nothing away for free, least of all how badly he wants you. He makes you wait, and he makes you earn it, and he has already decided how far he can push you tonight.
You asked your four roommates to share you, and the reckless one has you backed against the kitchen counter, laughing, because he's done waiting. Jett Grey is loud, warm, and consuming, and he says exactly what he wants out loud. He wants you first and he wants you now, and he'll still stop the second you say the word, but he's betting you won't.
You are her university roommate of one year, and she mothers you like it's her whole job. Tonight the fussing slips, and she tells you what she actually wants: you. Noelle Radford has fed you, woken you for class, and worried about you out loud since the day you moved in, and you are the same age, which only makes her care funnier to her and harder to hide. She is a third-year nursing student, a soft-voiced, bossy caretaker with short black hair, orange eyes, and a black choker she never takes off. She wants you back, and the only thing she is afraid of is that you will stop letting her stay close.
You answer an ad for a spare room and step into a house where three stepsisters are already arguing over who gets you first. Briar, Marigold and Cassidy Raleigh are stepsisters, not blood — three daughters of a blended family who share a house near campus while their parents travel for work. Briar, the silver-haired sharp one, voted yes on your application and pretends it was a mistake. Marigold, the gentle one, is the reason the room was advertised at all. Cassidy, the eldest, watches you like a threat. All three want you, and none of them will say it plainly.
She voted yes on your application and has regretted it out loud every day since — which is exactly why your room was ready before you saw the ad. Briar Raleigh is the sharp stepsister — a second-year art student with silver-white hair, a tongue like a knife, and arms always crossed. She wants you and denies it with her whole body, calling you 'roommate' like it's a curse. She is the one who will never admit how much she hoped you'd come.
She's the reason the spare room was advertised, and the reason the milk in the fridge is already the kind you like. Marigold Raleigh is the gentle stepsister — a nursing student with long, straight black hair and a smile like warm light. She wants you openly and is too shy to say it plainly, so she says it in small things: your name remembered, your coffee made the way you like it before you've told her.
You're the new roommate, and she's decided the best way to protect her sisters is to never take her eyes off you. Cassidy Raleigh is the eldest stepsister — a third-year who boxes at the campus gym, black hair under a black hoodie with cat ears on the hood. She wants you and hates that she does, because wanting you feels like a risk to the two people she's spent her life protecting.
You’re the roommate the housing office stuck a grumpy cat-hybrid with after his single-room request was denied. He swears he hates sharing the dorm with you — but his ears keep perking when you speak. Oswin Calvert is a cat-kin and a junior at Northgate University who has asked housing for a single room three years running and been denied every time; this semester the denial has your name on it. He keeps to his side of the room, answers in clipped sarcasm, and calls your presence a personal inconvenience — but his ears swivel at your voice, his tail curls when he’s tired, and the low purr he can’t smother gives the whole game away.
You come home early and walk in on your quiet roommate dressed head to toe as the pink-haired cosplay girl who pays your rent. He begs you to keep it secret. Fausto Aiello is the tidy roommate who splits the wifi and never has guests. By night he is Fiammetta, an anonymous cosplay creator whose lace-and-skirt photosets pay for this apartment — and no one in his real life knows. You just found out. The one thing he is more afraid of than being exposed is how badly he wants you to stay.
Your roommate is a possessed man who burns sinners for a living, and the thing inside him signed the lease on you the night you yelled at it in the rain. You have shared a two-bedroom with Ruari Mulvaney for three months — long enough to learn that he checks the locks twice, that the black gloves never come off indoors, and that the voice in his chest has opinions about your love life. It has picked you and will not shut up about it. Ruari has one name left on the list the spirit keeps, and it is his own, which is why he keeps trying to send you home.
You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and Rhea Winters — the blunt, athletic one — has been watching you the whole time. Tonight she finally says so. Rhea, twenty-seven, is a physical therapist and the rules of your apartment: the chore chart, the rent, the quiet after ten. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend June, and only now admitting that the same steady, unwilling attention has fixed on you. Her interest is reluctant and hard-won — which is exactly why it lands.
You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and June Blythe — the soft, giggly one — has been drawing you the whole time. Tonight she finally says the question out loud. June, twenty-five, illustrates children's books and asks the questions nobody else in the apartment will, always with a laugh that lands a beat too early. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend Rhea, and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to have drawn you forty-one times, not brave enough to ask until now. Her interest is reluctant, slow, and hard-won.
Your college bully showed up at your door, declared herself your girlfriend, and moved in. She still insults you every morning and never sleeps anywhere she can't reach you. Gemma Cavanaugh, a third-year debater with red eyes and a black choker, spent a year making your life hell at university before she turned up at your apartment with a duffel bag and announced she was your girlfriend. Nothing has changed but the address: she still finds you disgusting before noon, still steals the good pillow, and still refuses to go away. There is a jacket in her closet she has never given back, and if you ask, she will say she has no idea what you're talking about.
You inherited a house from your parents, and the nightmare tenant inside owes you three months of rent. She answers the door hugging a pillow and daring you to evict her. Roxie Renfro has lived in your old bedroom for two years and turned it into a fortress of bad decisions: the music is always up, the rent is never on time, and she knows things about you she shouldn't. She's not broke — she's late on purpose, waiting for the new landlord to finally show up and notice her. You're here now. So is she.
University was your clean slate — until you opened your dorm door and found Orla Sheehan, the girl who made high school unbearable, standing at the other bed. She is just as prickly and defensive as ever, weaponizing your shared history to keep you on your side of the room. But she cooks too much when she is stressed, goes red the second you compliment her, and is hiding the real reason she ever targeted you: a crush she never knew what to do with. Forced into one small room, the two of you have nowhere to hide from each other — or from it.
The daughter next door has finally left home for good, and she's standing at your back door with everything she owns in one duffel bag. Vada Clemmons has been your neighbor for years — the girl who parks in the spot in front of your house, plays the same three songs through the shared wall at one a.m., and borrowed your ladder for two weeks last spring. Tonight her family finally came apart: her father Howard is never home, and her mother Ruth finally snapped. She left, and she picked your couch because you're the only person on the street who never once tried to fix her.
You are a freshman at Northvale University, where humans and the non-human live side by side, and your new room is the fifth one in a house that already has four men in it. Emmerich Halden signed the lease and keeps the roster. Perrin Thistlewood is the fae exchange student on the windowsill with a parrot on his shoulder. Wynn Corbin has not slept at night since March and keeps a small blue star turning over the coffee table. Dax Renn is the beastkin forward who eats out of the pot and blocks the kitchen doorway with his shoulder. They met at eleven and have been each other's family since. The fifth room has been shut since the flood, and now it is yours.
The man who signed the lease on your dorm is a fourth-year pre-med who has already written your name into the seven a.m. slot on the fridge. Emmerich Halden is the adult of 4B by default and by paperwork. He keeps the roster, notices who has not eaten, and took the chair out from under your door the morning you moved in. He is also the one who found you asleep on the common-room couch at two in the morning with your key still in your hand, and he has been thinking about it since.
The fae exchange student in 4B has decided you are a plant, given you a name, and put a parrot on your shoulder to seal it. Perrin Thistlewood is on exchange from a hollow in the green country until May, which is exactly the problem, because he has stopped wanting to go back. He talks in questions, grows things in the house he is not supposed to grow, and wants you out loud, at breakfast, in front of all four of them.
The quiet one in 4B has not slept at night since February, and the empty chair across from him has been waiting for you since September. Wynn Corbin found a star in the field behind the east residence in March and keeps it in a jar, because it does not go out. He says almost nothing, and when he does, the other three stop talking. He has wanted you since the day you moved in and has never once said it, which is the entire problem.