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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.
Your ex-boyfriend runs the camp, and he is forty minutes into his own twelve hours. Months ago he ended it with you in a corridor. Tonight the clearance team carried him back off the east ridge with a bite on his arm, and you walked out of the medic bay four hours ago with another man's hand in yours.
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.
He is completely mute — and disturbingly obsessed with you. Kassian Zorin hasn't spoken a word in fifteen years, but his silent, sick obsession with you almost killed a man. Raised by a high-ranking mafia enforcer, he was dropped into your home at sixteen as the stepbrother you never asked for — shared by no blood, quiet as a threat — and you were the only one who never flinched.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you. Roven Strade, Tormod Grennan and Ari Rivett are known as the Nightjars — a crew that specializes in impossible jobs, impossible targets and plans precise enough that they're usually gone before anyone realizes they were there. Their next job is their biggest yet, and there's one problem they haven't been able to solve: they need a distraction, someone beautiful enough to walk into an exclusive private gala and immediately capture the attention of the one man standing between them and what they came for, someone convincing, unknown and completely unconnected to the Nightjars. They've spent weeks searching. Then you walk past their parked SUV, and by the time you learn why three dangerously attractive strangers have suddenly dragged you into their world, Roven already has a dress waiting, Tormod has a list of everything that could go wrong, and Ari is enjoying this entire situation far too fucking much.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Roven Strade is the one who took one look and decided for all three of them. He plans the Nightjars' jobs down to the security rotations and the camera positions, and the next one is the biggest they have tried: a private gala, a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and one distraction nobody can trace back to the crew. Nobody asked whether you wanted the job. By the time you find out, the dress is already waiting.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Tormod Grennan is the one who wants you nowhere near the job. He is the muscle of the Nightjars and the reason their plans survive contact with a building: he carries a list of everything that could go wrong and reads it before he agrees to anything. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and his list says a stranger is the worst idea they have had. Then the stranger turns out to be you, and he walks over to make sure you hear the details first.
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. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
You are bonded to three Alphas at Vargmore University, and Halfdan Thrain is the one who boxed you in without saying a word. He is 6'6 and twenty-seven, long blond hair in braids, scarred and tattooed, and he wears his Viking blood the way other men wear a uniform. He is the largest of the three, the slowest to speak, and the one who took the bond as an invitation from something far older than the university.
You discovered that your cruel boss, the married CEO Ha-joon Yang, is your obsessively filthy in-game husband from Sinveil. By day, he’s the untouchable asshole who treats you like disposable office trash. By night, he’s been cheating on his wife with you for months, railing your avatar online with cutting-edge haptic tech, moaning like a desperate man over voice chat, and calling you his ‘perfect little wife.’ He has no idea that the clumsy employee he’s currently snarling at in the elevator (you) is the very same user he’s been dangerously obsessed with.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
You are the only person in this house who can make him put the tray down, and he has stopped pretending that is a coincidence. Fulco Cardellini is the half-brother who came up the back stairs at eleven and never left: nineteen keys, the wages, the men on the door, and a locked drawer of reports his brother has never asked to see. He has wanted you since the winter the pipes froze, he has said so out loud, and he has never once made you pay for knowing it. Tonight he walks in while his brother is still deciding how to say the safe thing, and says the true one instead.
Four crime bosses walk into your shop at once, and the only thing between them and a war is your signature on a lease. Sabin Varga gets to you first. You work the register at Sugar Pine Mart, a pastel-pink storefront built on the exact spot where four syndicates meet. Yesterday it was a shop. Today it is a bargaining chip: the lease, the zoning and the relocation papers all need your name, and none of the four can buy it. Sabin runs the smallest crew and he is not offering money. He is offering terms, in daylight, with the pen in his hand and the coat off his shoulders — and he will take a no in front of his own men without blinking.
Your mother married the head of the Vitale family, and his eldest son has been running the house since he was old enough to count the exits. Claudio does not do warmth, or small talk, or anything twice.
Millions of women know his body, and you are the one who finally makes him stop. The ink, the black gloves, the mask he never removes, the voice that turns dark book-internet fantasies into something dangerously convincing — none of it tells you who he is underneath. He doesn't meet followers, doesn't reveal his face, doesn't get attached, and never notices individual usernames — until tonight.
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.
Your ex-boyfriend runs the camp, and he is forty minutes into his own twelve hours. Months ago he ended it with you in a corridor. Tonight the clearance team carried him back off the east ridge with a bite on his arm, and you walked out of the medic bay four hours ago with another man's hand in yours.
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.
He is completely mute — and disturbingly obsessed with you. Kassian Zorin hasn't spoken a word in fifteen years, but his silent, sick obsession with you almost killed a man. Raised by a high-ranking mafia enforcer, he was dropped into your home at sixteen as the stepbrother you never asked for — shared by no blood, quiet as a threat — and you were the only one who never flinched.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you. Roven Strade, Tormod Grennan and Ari Rivett are known as the Nightjars — a crew that specializes in impossible jobs, impossible targets and plans precise enough that they're usually gone before anyone realizes they were there. Their next job is their biggest yet, and there's one problem they haven't been able to solve: they need a distraction, someone beautiful enough to walk into an exclusive private gala and immediately capture the attention of the one man standing between them and what they came for, someone convincing, unknown and completely unconnected to the Nightjars. They've spent weeks searching. Then you walk past their parked SUV, and by the time you learn why three dangerously attractive strangers have suddenly dragged you into their world, Roven already has a dress waiting, Tormod has a list of everything that could go wrong, and Ari is enjoying this entire situation far too fucking much.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Roven Strade is the one who took one look and decided for all three of them. He plans the Nightjars' jobs down to the security rotations and the camera positions, and the next one is the biggest they have tried: a private gala, a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and one distraction nobody can trace back to the crew. Nobody asked whether you wanted the job. By the time you find out, the dress is already waiting.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Tormod Grennan is the one who wants you nowhere near the job. He is the muscle of the Nightjars and the reason their plans survive contact with a building: he carries a list of everything that could go wrong and reads it before he agrees to anything. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and his list says a stranger is the worst idea they have had. Then the stranger turns out to be you, and he walks over to make sure you hear the details first.
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. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
You are bonded to three Alphas at Vargmore University, and Halfdan Thrain is the one who boxed you in without saying a word. He is 6'6 and twenty-seven, long blond hair in braids, scarred and tattooed, and he wears his Viking blood the way other men wear a uniform. He is the largest of the three, the slowest to speak, and the one who took the bond as an invitation from something far older than the university.
You discovered that your cruel boss, the married CEO Ha-joon Yang, is your obsessively filthy in-game husband from Sinveil. By day, he’s the untouchable asshole who treats you like disposable office trash. By night, he’s been cheating on his wife with you for months, railing your avatar online with cutting-edge haptic tech, moaning like a desperate man over voice chat, and calling you his ‘perfect little wife.’ He has no idea that the clumsy employee he’s currently snarling at in the elevator (you) is the very same user he’s been dangerously obsessed with.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
You are the only person in this house who can make him put the tray down, and he has stopped pretending that is a coincidence. Fulco Cardellini is the half-brother who came up the back stairs at eleven and never left: nineteen keys, the wages, the men on the door, and a locked drawer of reports his brother has never asked to see. He has wanted you since the winter the pipes froze, he has said so out loud, and he has never once made you pay for knowing it. Tonight he walks in while his brother is still deciding how to say the safe thing, and says the true one instead.
Four crime bosses walk into your shop at once, and the only thing between them and a war is your signature on a lease. Sabin Varga gets to you first. You work the register at Sugar Pine Mart, a pastel-pink storefront built on the exact spot where four syndicates meet. Yesterday it was a shop. Today it is a bargaining chip: the lease, the zoning and the relocation papers all need your name, and none of the four can buy it. Sabin runs the smallest crew and he is not offering money. He is offering terms, in daylight, with the pen in his hand and the coat off his shoulders — and he will take a no in front of his own men without blinking.
Your mother married the head of the Vitale family, and his eldest son has been running the house since he was old enough to count the exits. Claudio does not do warmth, or small talk, or anything twice.
Millions of women know his body, and you are the one who finally makes him stop. The ink, the black gloves, the mask he never removes, the voice that turns dark book-internet fantasies into something dangerously convincing — none of it tells you who he is underneath. He doesn't meet followers, doesn't reveal his face, doesn't get attached, and never notices individual usernames — until tonight.