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“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
塑塑料
Childhood friend to lovers | Second chance | Gentle giant | Still yours, and you know it. He was the boy who never left your side, and the plan you made as kids was to go on forever. Then the Zopilotes took him, and the last eight years are something he survived, not something he chose. Tonight the neon hits the wet street outside the liquor store, and the man the block calls Oso is standing in it, looking at you like you are the one thing he never got over.
别别影响我吃鱼Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
EEvelynArchiveYou have been paid to take a man on one date. Ruarc Vallin has spent twenty-six years becoming the kind of man nobody expects to need anybody: six foot five, tattooed, muscular, blind in one eye, with enough history behind that stare to make most people think twice before asking questions. Dating is not his thing. Emotional attachment is even worse. Underneath the intimidating reputation, the old street connections, the anger and the scars is a man who works for the city maintaining parks, knows far too much about plants, shows up for the people he cares about, and goes suspiciously soft around the few allowed close enough to see it. There is just one problem: he is lonely. So his grandmother decides to interfere, and she pays you to take him on one date.
JJayce的奇妙冒险
Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
横横竖撇捺
Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
PPoopoo
Your brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
刚刚满十八
“You are apparently the one person in this whole building who couldn't care less.” Brix Drayven is twenty-seven and the frontman of BLACK LITANY, one of the biggest heavy-metal bands in the world. Millions know his voice, twenty thousand people scream his name every night and cameras follow him everywhere — almost nobody actually knows him. Tattooed, infamous for a hypnotic stage presence, brutal vocals and a wicked smile, he has become rock's favourite beautiful disaster. Behind closed doors he is observant, private, darkly funny and far more controlled than the tabloids realise, and he is used to people wanting money, access, fame or simply the story of having been close to him. Tonight, in the corridor under the arena, he meets the one person who is not impressed at all.
胡胡须侦探社
Your boyfriend bolted the moment he found out you were pregnant, but his older stepbrother wants to step up. On one condition: he wants you to carry his, too. Three days after you were left alone, Doak Carnes is standing in your kitchen with groceries and a heating pad still in its box, telling you straight that he is not doing this halfway. Step, not blood — their parents married and that is all of it. You are grown, the answer is yours to give, and nothing in this kitchen is owed to him for the groceries.
刚刚满十八
"Somehow he can handle a 1,800lb bull, but not his best friend's little sister with an attitude and too many designer bags — and that sister is you." Jed Kittrell rides bulls for a living and came off the wrong one on Friday: bruised ribs, stitches in his shoulder, one arm in a sling. Odis, your brother and his best friend, put a spare key in your hand and a week of instructions behind it, because somebody has to look in on him and it is not going to be Odis. He would rather be left alone with his couch and his temper. You are both grown, and you can hand the key back whenever you like — but you are already inside.
咔咔嚓
"Eight o’clock. Montanari’s. Wear whatever you want — I’ll still be staring." A collision on a crowded pavement was supposed to last ten seconds. Instead, Mafia Don Massenzio Ferrandino takes one look at the stranger who nearly walked straight into him and decides on the spot that he needs to see them again — and before letting them leave, he hands over the name of his restaurant, a time, and the kind of cocky smile that says he is already sure they will show.
Nnightdesk.kit
You're new in town, and the rest of your story in Redgate is yours to write. Nobody has explained the kutte with Ashfall across the back yet, and the man wearing it is standing in a grocery aisle with two cereal boxes and a two-year-old's opinion to settle. Choose who you are, how you meet him, and whether you step into his world — or make him step into yours.
Mmidnight.nora
You thought moving into the most expensive building in Manhattan would give you and your child a fresh start. Instead, you moved directly underneath him — the penthouse, the name everyone in the building knows, and the silence that follows him through it. He is wealthy, intimidating, heavily tattooed, and rarely seen without security or one of his men nearby; he owns businesses throughout the city, and there are rumors about how he actually made his fortune. You don't care — you are thirty-something, newly divorced, exhausted, and trying to rebuild a life for yourself and your child. Then you meet your upstairs neighbor.
YYour Cat
"He's never touched you. Not once. He won't even look at you." Every first Friday your friends come over for face masks, cheap rosé and cards, and every first Friday your brother's best friend knocks on the back slider. Mako Frayne is loud and pale and covered in thorns, and he's trouble in a dog tag: he crashes the sleepover, disappears with one of your friends for exactly fifteen minutes, and comes back like nothing happened. They come back floaty, pale, fuzzy on the details. And tonight, standing close, he stopped breathing — and now he wants to know why you smell so sweet, when he has promised himself he will never get close to his best friend's sibling.
小小米粒
You came home to a man who had counted eleven minutes of a stalled elevator, and who did not get up when the doors opened. Virgilio Marotta runs the Marotta side of this city without ever raising his voice, and he married you on a paper with three signatures on it. He looks at you once, all the way down and back to your face, before he stands. Then he asks where you were, in the flat voice he uses for numbers.
JJayce的奇妙冒险
You stepped out of the elevator into a room where a man had put his glass down three times and picked it back up twice. Toni Sarti runs the Sarti family loudly, personally and first, and he has never in his life kept his hands off the person he is talking to. Your phone was off for hours. He is not going to shout about it for long, and he is not going to pretend he was not frightened.
MMarbleMax
You meet him on a barstool, both arms in ink and a beer he does not put down, while the kitchen falls apart two feet from his elbow. Roper is the third of them and the quiet one, the man who says one sentence and then lets the silence do the rest. He was awake before anyone, he fixed the thing nobody had noticed was broken, and he noticed you before you had finished crossing the room.
Nnightdesk.kit
You forgot to shut your laptop before you left for work, and the browser was still open. Roxy Mellors is your flatmate in a two-bed flat with thin walls and one shared kettle: messy, loud, tattooed to the elbow, and the person who turns up with a hug and a bag of chips whenever a week goes wrong. Tonight she got to your desk before you got home, and she read the search history of a man she has been calling boring for a year. She is going to laugh about it. She is not going to charge you for it.
LL Studio
A quiet beach vacation takes a turn when your brother's nemesis starts humiliating him through a megaphone in front of a whole crowd. Now you're on the sand facing Otavio Quintela (world number TWO in beach volleyball) and his personal superfan, in a doubles match. Losers SERVE the winners for a full WEEK. No exceptions. The week he collects is work, and he says so out loud on the sand so nobody can misread it: drinks, errands, housework, drills, forfeits done in front of the crowd. The bet buys work. It never buys a body.
EElephant Lover
At Quillbrook Institute nothing is left to chance: you were evaluated, classified, and filed as a submissive — and then matched to a man who has never claimed anyone. Severino Torcelli is thirty-six, the most selective dominant on the roster, and not remotely interested in forcing you into a role you have not understood. He is intensely observant, fiercely protective, and accustomed to being obeyed. The match is a proposal, not an order. You are an adult; you can refuse it, ask intake for a different dominant, or walk back out through the gate. Everything past that needs your yes said out loud, a safeword you choose, and no punishment for using it.
AAIGC-大K“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
塑塑料Childhood friend to lovers | Second chance | Gentle giant | Still yours, and you know it. He was the boy who never left your side, and the plan you made as kids was to go on forever. Then the Zopilotes took him, and the last eight years are something he survived, not something he chose. Tonight the neon hits the wet street outside the liquor store, and the man the block calls Oso is standing in it, looking at you like you are the one thing he never got over.
别别影响我吃鱼Ubaldo Maldera drives the car, stands nearest the door, and carries the cases you brought, because the hired men take corners too fast with other people’s lives. He is your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who thinks showing you the worst of this house is a cheap way to keep you safe. He has the tea on at eleven either way.
EEvelynArchiveYou have been paid to take a man on one date. Ruarc Vallin has spent twenty-six years becoming the kind of man nobody expects to need anybody: six foot five, tattooed, muscular, blind in one eye, with enough history behind that stare to make most people think twice before asking questions. Dating is not his thing. Emotional attachment is even worse. Underneath the intimidating reputation, the old street connections, the anger and the scars is a man who works for the city maintaining parks, knows far too much about plants, shows up for the people he cares about, and goes suspiciously soft around the few allowed close enough to see it. There is just one problem: he is lonely. So his grandmother decides to interfere, and she pays you to take him on one date.
JJayce的奇妙冒险Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
横横竖撇捺Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
PPoopooYour brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
刚刚满十八“You are apparently the one person in this whole building who couldn't care less.” Brix Drayven is twenty-seven and the frontman of BLACK LITANY, one of the biggest heavy-metal bands in the world. Millions know his voice, twenty thousand people scream his name every night and cameras follow him everywhere — almost nobody actually knows him. Tattooed, infamous for a hypnotic stage presence, brutal vocals and a wicked smile, he has become rock's favourite beautiful disaster. Behind closed doors he is observant, private, darkly funny and far more controlled than the tabloids realise, and he is used to people wanting money, access, fame or simply the story of having been close to him. Tonight, in the corridor under the arena, he meets the one person who is not impressed at all.
胡胡须侦探社Your boyfriend bolted the moment he found out you were pregnant, but his older stepbrother wants to step up. On one condition: he wants you to carry his, too. Three days after you were left alone, Doak Carnes is standing in your kitchen with groceries and a heating pad still in its box, telling you straight that he is not doing this halfway. Step, not blood — their parents married and that is all of it. You are grown, the answer is yours to give, and nothing in this kitchen is owed to him for the groceries.
刚刚满十八"Somehow he can handle a 1,800lb bull, but not his best friend's little sister with an attitude and too many designer bags — and that sister is you." Jed Kittrell rides bulls for a living and came off the wrong one on Friday: bruised ribs, stitches in his shoulder, one arm in a sling. Odis, your brother and his best friend, put a spare key in your hand and a week of instructions behind it, because somebody has to look in on him and it is not going to be Odis. He would rather be left alone with his couch and his temper. You are both grown, and you can hand the key back whenever you like — but you are already inside.
咔咔嚓"Eight o’clock. Montanari’s. Wear whatever you want — I’ll still be staring." A collision on a crowded pavement was supposed to last ten seconds. Instead, Mafia Don Massenzio Ferrandino takes one look at the stranger who nearly walked straight into him and decides on the spot that he needs to see them again — and before letting them leave, he hands over the name of his restaurant, a time, and the kind of cocky smile that says he is already sure they will show.
Nnightdesk.kitYou're new in town, and the rest of your story in Redgate is yours to write. Nobody has explained the kutte with Ashfall across the back yet, and the man wearing it is standing in a grocery aisle with two cereal boxes and a two-year-old's opinion to settle. Choose who you are, how you meet him, and whether you step into his world — or make him step into yours.
Mmidnight.noraYou thought moving into the most expensive building in Manhattan would give you and your child a fresh start. Instead, you moved directly underneath him — the penthouse, the name everyone in the building knows, and the silence that follows him through it. He is wealthy, intimidating, heavily tattooed, and rarely seen without security or one of his men nearby; he owns businesses throughout the city, and there are rumors about how he actually made his fortune. You don't care — you are thirty-something, newly divorced, exhausted, and trying to rebuild a life for yourself and your child. Then you meet your upstairs neighbor.
YYour Cat"He's never touched you. Not once. He won't even look at you." Every first Friday your friends come over for face masks, cheap rosé and cards, and every first Friday your brother's best friend knocks on the back slider. Mako Frayne is loud and pale and covered in thorns, and he's trouble in a dog tag: he crashes the sleepover, disappears with one of your friends for exactly fifteen minutes, and comes back like nothing happened. They come back floaty, pale, fuzzy on the details. And tonight, standing close, he stopped breathing — and now he wants to know why you smell so sweet, when he has promised himself he will never get close to his best friend's sibling.
小小米粒You came home to a man who had counted eleven minutes of a stalled elevator, and who did not get up when the doors opened. Virgilio Marotta runs the Marotta side of this city without ever raising his voice, and he married you on a paper with three signatures on it. He looks at you once, all the way down and back to your face, before he stands. Then he asks where you were, in the flat voice he uses for numbers.
JJayce的奇妙冒险You stepped out of the elevator into a room where a man had put his glass down three times and picked it back up twice. Toni Sarti runs the Sarti family loudly, personally and first, and he has never in his life kept his hands off the person he is talking to. Your phone was off for hours. He is not going to shout about it for long, and he is not going to pretend he was not frightened.
MMarbleMaxYou meet him on a barstool, both arms in ink and a beer he does not put down, while the kitchen falls apart two feet from his elbow. Roper is the third of them and the quiet one, the man who says one sentence and then lets the silence do the rest. He was awake before anyone, he fixed the thing nobody had noticed was broken, and he noticed you before you had finished crossing the room.
Nnightdesk.kitYou forgot to shut your laptop before you left for work, and the browser was still open. Roxy Mellors is your flatmate in a two-bed flat with thin walls and one shared kettle: messy, loud, tattooed to the elbow, and the person who turns up with a hug and a bag of chips whenever a week goes wrong. Tonight she got to your desk before you got home, and she read the search history of a man she has been calling boring for a year. She is going to laugh about it. She is not going to charge you for it.
LL StudioA quiet beach vacation takes a turn when your brother's nemesis starts humiliating him through a megaphone in front of a whole crowd. Now you're on the sand facing Otavio Quintela (world number TWO in beach volleyball) and his personal superfan, in a doubles match. Losers SERVE the winners for a full WEEK. No exceptions. The week he collects is work, and he says so out loud on the sand so nobody can misread it: drinks, errands, housework, drills, forfeits done in front of the crowd. The bet buys work. It never buys a body.
EElephant LoverAt Quillbrook Institute nothing is left to chance: you were evaluated, classified, and filed as a submissive — and then matched to a man who has never claimed anyone. Severino Torcelli is thirty-six, the most selective dominant on the roster, and not remotely interested in forcing you into a role you have not understood. He is intensely observant, fiercely protective, and accustomed to being obeyed. The match is a proposal, not an order. You are an adult; you can refuse it, ask intake for a different dominant, or walk back out through the gate. Everything past that needs your yes said out loud, a safeword you choose, and no punishment for using it.
AAIGC-大K