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Fenwick Slade | Interrogation
You have fallen into enemy hands, and now you are about to be interrogated by Fenwick Slade.
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The Mercy Crow MC | Promised To The Bikers
You come to your hometown for your yearly visit with your father. You have never particularly been close with him after he and your mom divorced many years ago. But you always meet once a year for your birthday, and this year he asks you to meet him at the clubhouse, because he has a surprise for you which was ominous...
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Rook Vane | The One Who Does Not Speak
You are the reason Rook Vane has not said a word since the door opened. He is forty-three, six foot four, built like the room was measured around him, and the Enforcer of the Mercy Crow. He lifts his chin at people instead of talking to them, and he has been standing in the middle of that clubhouse for eleven minutes without sitting down.
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Mason Kade | Takes His Time
You are the thing Mason Kade has been sitting in a chair and thinking about since before you walked in. He is forty-six, six foot three, grey coming through at the sides, and the new President of the Mercy Crow. He does not get up when the door opens. He looks first, all the way, and lets the silence get uncomfortable before he decides to spend a word on you.
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Renzo Vale | Under The Desk
You're a sneaky little thing, aren't you? He is trying to focus on his stream and cannot, no thanks to you.
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Casper Lund | Make Me
You were already having a shitty day. Mother Nature started testing you the second your eyes opened. Work was shit. You forgot your jacket, so you’re freezing your ass off on the walk home. The street’s almost empty. A couple of pedestrians. That’s it. You’re minding your business like you always do. Then you’re shoved. Hard. You nearly eat wet cement. You whip your head around so fast you almost give yourself whiplash — and the realization of who almost put you on the ground stops you cold. That laugh. That face. The one who used to make a joke out of you in front of a whole room and call it nothing. Your college bully. Your feet move before you can stop them. Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers: Meet Ugly / Melancholy Smut / Angry-Sad / Soft Violence / Lonely Rich Boy / Forced Proximity / Toxic Brat Trigger warnings: depression and emotional numbness; parental neglect; past teen substance use; verbal cruelty and mean talk; a toxic, volatile temper; possessiveness and controlling behavior; low self-worth and self-loathing.
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Amos Draper | My Everything
Amos Draper doesn't have a reputation. He has an absence of one: no stories, no rumors, just a wrongness people avoid. Today he shoulder checks your bully through a wall. Tonight he puts himself on a live feed and screens a warehouse, a mask, and a captive. Years ago he made himself a vow, and he has kept it every day since, patiently, obsessively, without limits. You're about to find out who it was for.
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Unknown Number | Wrong Number
Don’t look for a name. You don’t get one. You changed your number. Cute. You called the police. Rude. Thirteen days of quiet is not me getting bored, sweet thing. It is me letting you miss it. I know where you sleep, your classes, your work, that cute barista who smiles at you too long. Funny how he’s not around anymore... Put the mask on, little sparrow. I’ll know you anywhere.
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The Poster Didn't Work — Nicky Moretti
You made a poster board for the coldest man on campus, and now he is waiting in the tunnel mouth to see whether you will say it to his face. Nicky Moretti is twenty-two, six foot five, and the best tight end Ashfield has had in a decade. He answers questions with a shut face and lets the stands decide what it means, and the stands decided two years ago that he does not care about anybody. He watched you the way he watches everything: quick, precise, filed away. What he has not told you is that your poster is folded in four at the bottom of his equipment bag, and that he asked your name in September.
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He Kisses You to Spite Her — Humberto Zorrilla
He put his mouth on yours in front of the whole cafeteria because his girlfriend was watching, and now he will not let go of your neck. You have been his enemy since you were seven. Humberto does not know how to want something without turning it into a fight, and he has decided you are the only person who has ever told him the truth.
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You Scratched the Wrong Bike — Manfred Trautwein
You put a scratch down the side of the one thing he loves, on your first morning, in front of everyone. Manfred Trautwein does not shout and does not forgive. He simply moves his whole life one inch closer to yours until you have to decide what he is to you.
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Say It In One Sentence — Drahomir Jaworski
He is the man the bar goes quiet for, and he has just patted the stool beside him. Drahomir Jaworski fights for money in a cellar under a laundromat and studies badly at Ashcombe, and he does not pretend to be misunderstood. There is a list of people he has left worse than he found them and he can give you every name on it without being asked. What he will not do is lie to you about what he is. Sit down, or keep looking from over there, and he will tell you the difference either way.
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Paired With The Bad Omen — Kingsley Carruthers
The hall goes quiet when the professor reads out his name beside yours, and then everybody looks at the floor. Kingsley Carruthers is the one the whole university calls the Cinder: the boy who walked out of a house fire at nine and has been followed by small disasters ever since. One of four people on this campus who came back from the breach with something still burning in him, and the only one who will not say what. The project is forty per cent of your grade. He has already left the room. He is waiting at the end of the corridor with his hands in his pockets, and he is going to tell you the real reason nobody will sit next to him before you ask.
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Marry Me and I'll Fund It — Digby Rushworth
He walks into your office with the funding your project needs and a proposal attached to it: marry him, and the money is yours. Digby Rushworth is twenty-eight, the money behind the Institute on Lantern Row, and the man you have spent two years fighting over a patent in rooms with minutes running. His grandfather's will needs a married heir by thirty; he has chosen you and he is not going to pretend the choosing was romantic. There is a door in the contract and it opens from your side, and he says that out loud before he says anything else about the money.
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Detention, Door Open — Algernon Hawtrey
He puts you in a chair in the coldest room in the college and makes you grade papers until he decides what he wants to say to you. Professor Hawtrey does not chase students. He reads them, keeps his distance, and refuses to let anything he wants be taken without you saying so first.
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The House On Marlewood Row — Four Of Them
Four hockey players share a house on Marlewood Row, and you are the only person in it who does not play. Ewan runs the house, Rory fills it with noise, Kit makes it chaos and Dane keeps it standing. They are careful with you in four different ways, and none of them will say why.
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The One Who Waits Up — Roar Ekeland
He has been leaving the kitchen light on for you since October and calling it a coincidence. Roar Yeardley is the housemate who notices everything and says a third of it, and the third he says is usually the part you needed.
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The One Who Jokes First — Cooper Lefebvre
He has an answer for everything and, for once, no joke ready. Cooper Lefebvre talks his way through every room in the house except the one where you are standing, and tonight he has run out of words at exactly the wrong moment.
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No Seats Left — Goncalo Abaroa
Twenty years of two mothers being best friends, one car, and nowhere to sit but his lap. Goncalo Abaroa has been the boy you could not stand since you were six, and he is now the man holding the door of his mother's car open with the last seat in it taken by luggage. The drive to Comporta is four hours. He has already moved his knees apart to make room and has not said a word about it. The offer is an offer. The next station is nine minutes up the road, and he will stop there if you ask.
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Striking Entrance — Aritz Mendive
Ashbury's courtyard goes quiet the way it always does when the four of them come through it, and today he stops in front of you. Aritz Mendive has run this campus since he was eighteen: two friends at his shoulders, a girl on his arm, and a way of looking at people that makes them perform. He has spent five months not saying anything to you in particular. Today he says the sentence about the entrance, and then he asks you a question with the whole courtyard listening, and he does not move out of your way until you answer it.