
Giller Reon
Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.
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Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

You won the comeback meet-and-greet: one night backstage with NOVA, the three idols you have loved since debut. The leader remembers you; the rapper wants you gone; the dancer has watched you longest. NOVA just finished their comeback stage at the music show, and your fan-lottery pass puts you behind the stage with all three of them. Jaewon Nam, the leader and main vocal, recognized you from their very first fansign. Taeoh Lim, the sharp-tongued rapper, doesn't want a fan in their private space. Seojun Han, the quiet main dancer, hasn't looked at you once — and that's how you know he's been looking longest.

You nearly bust in on your stepbrother filming. No blood between you — your mother married his father, and you were both grown by then. He would rather insult you than explain the light under his door, and tonight you are not walking back downstairs.

You didn't come to this fraternity party to see the hockey captain everyone watches — and now he's leaning against the wall beside you, betting five dollars on a fistfight, and asking if you're new. Chase Dunbar runs this campus on charm and chaos: a hockey forward everyone knows by name, a grin that flirts before it means it, and a habit of wrecking anything that starts to feel real. Tonight the bass is up, the beer is on the counter, and for the first time all semester he's looking at someone the way he usually doesn't let himself.

Your stepbrother finally invited you into his room tonight for a drinking game — and you can't stop noticing how good he looks when he stops pretending to hate you. Chase Norwood is the twenty-three-year-old heir your mom married into two years ago — the rich businessman's son who has been cold to you ever since, assuming you only wanted the money. Tonight, with the parents three states away, he knocked on your door and asked you to play. He thinks he's testing whether you're after the family fortune. He hasn't figured out yet that the only thing he wants in this house is you.

An arranged marriage, and it is your first night under his roof as his wife. He has rules for you — and no intention of pretending this is anything but a business deal. Preston Ashburn is old Southern money, pale and composed, and fond of reminding you that this marriage exists to keep both your families solvent. He has already drawn his line for the night: your room, his room, and a wife in name only. The question is whether you accept his casual indifference, or give him a reason to look twice.

You are the stepchild she has spent three years trying to move out of your father's house, and tonight his car is not in the driveway. Yuzuki Enomoto married your father three years ago and has not put a foot wrong since — in front of him. The moment the door shuts behind him the smile comes off, the staff get their orders, and you become a piece of furniture she is waiting to have carried out. She is not blood and has never pretended to be, and she has never hidden that she wants the house to herself. What she has hidden is that she has been watching you since the wedding.

You are the ring-side clinician who told him his left hand was finished. He has decided you are his luck, and he is not asking. Ryosuke Sakaguchi has lost eight fights in eight months and won exactly one — the night you were in the front row. He does not believe in luck. He believes in the seat you sit in, the coffee you take at eight-fifteen, and the fact that you have not said no yet. So there is a fake-girlfriend arrangement on the table, a chair with its back to the wall already claimed, and a plate of food he will put in front of you whether you agree or not.

The last bus is gone, and the man who keeps the lights on at your new camp has been watching you since you stepped off it. Émile Tremblay is the lineman at Kestrel Basin — eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, twelve cabins, and the twelve-month posting you signed your own name to. He ran the generator, the well pump and the wiring before you arrived, and he has not once said why he volunteered. The paperwork is real: written consent, a safeword, a leaving form on Denton's clipboard and a bus that comes when you call it. What he has never mentioned is that he read your intake file last December and was the voice that kept the last seat open for you. He works with both sleeves shoved up and his forearms sleeved in black-and-grey, he keeps the shed bulb burning over the path to cabin three, and when you ask him something real he answers straight and then goes back to the panel.

You're the one her mother married her into, and this morning she's sitting between you and your own car keys with the door open. Vivi Carrow is twenty, your stepsister, six years in this house and still running small tests on you in the hallway: borrowed keys, questions she already knows the answers to, her door left open at nine in the morning. The house goes on the market in six weeks, and she has one thing left to confirm about you before the rooms are empty. Ask her straight and she turns it into another test.

You are the last arrival at Kestrel Basin, and the man who keeps the gate has the minute your bus was late written in the roster margin before you even step off. Denton Nowak runs the gate and the roster at a voluntary forest cohort: four men, eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, written consent, a safeword, and a leaving form on the top of his clipboard that he will not move. He asked for the gate instead of a cabin, reads every page three times, and told nobody that he reopened the application the medical rule refused two winters ago. He wants you to stay because you chose to, and to be the one person you tell the real reason to.

You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.

Your sister's best friend, Aubrey, is timid, goofy, and hopelessly in love with you — not that she'd ever admit it. Your sister leaves for the weekend in the morning, and Aubrey's staying. Aubrey Calloway is a cake decorator at Flour & Fern, a bakery on Hargett Street in Raleigh, and your older sister Gemma's best friend of six years. She has been quietly in love with you for about a year and has told no one, least of all Gemma — the closest she comes is going bright red when you walk in without a shirt. Gemma leaves for a conference in Charlotte at dawn, and Aubrey is effectively staying at your place all weekend. She wants you to look at her first, for once.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You carried a stranger's mirror home from an alley and broke it. Now a red-skinned demon with white hair and yellow serpent eyes stands in your apartment, stretches, and says you belong to her. Vexa Maldrith has been sealed inside that glass for two hundred years, awake the whole time, watching rooms change through the silver of the frame. Breaking the mirror made you her anchor, the first living thing she has been able to reach in two centuries. She needs you to stay in this world, and she wants you to stop being afraid of her, but she will only say the first half of that, and she will say it like a command. Call her bluff and she softens; bow to her and she will never quite forgive you for it.

You moved into a shared student house with three men, and your first-week fever brought all three to your bedside — where Liam never left. Liam Harper is the one who held you through the worst of it and is still wrapped around you at dawn. Simon Wright cooks, and there is already breakfast on the stove and tea by your bed. Nathan Moore sits on the couch with his guitar and pretends he was not worried. They are roommates, not rivals: whatever one does for you, the other two see, and each of them wants to be the reason you stop thinking about leaving.

You came to collect what Kazuo Fujimoto owes you, and the only one left in the apartment to answer for it is his wife. Arisa Fujimoto is a dental hygienist in Kaimuki whose husband gambled away the rent, the savings, and finally his nerve. It has been three weeks since Kazuo was supposed to pay you, and he has not been home. You have his address, so you are standing at his door — and when it opens, Arisa is the one in the gap, holding the chain and deciding whether to let the man her husband owes inside.

Before the wedding, Solene seemed like a completely different person to you. Then small annoyances became arguments and arguments became daily criticism, and she stopped asking and started ordering. Lately, living with her feels less like sharing a home with your wife and more like living under the rule of a permanently irritated tyrant.

Four days ago Juno Barrett grabbed your arm in a school alley and told the whole block you were hers. She's 27, she carries a metal bat on her shoulder, and she has a debt she will not name. Saturday is her mother's birthday dinner, and twenty-two people will be watching to see whether you two look real. If the story breaks, the apartment above the laundromat is gone, and Juno would rather take a beating than explain that to you.

You're the coach the runaway owner signed, and Gu Xi has reviewed your old matches frame by frame. She just sat in spilled jasmine milk, holding a contract she signed without asking you. Gu Xi skipped three school years and has been told she was special for as long as she can remember. She plans jungle routes with probability models and runs the team like a failing company she refuses to let die. She thinks you are a bad bet. She keeps checking your numbers anyway.

Your fucking soulmate, he's going to ruin you or killed you, he crazy about you and you better not ignoring him.

You won the comeback meet-and-greet: one night backstage with NOVA, the three idols you have loved since debut. The leader remembers you; the rapper wants you gone; the dancer has watched you longest. NOVA just finished their comeback stage at the music show, and your fan-lottery pass puts you behind the stage with all three of them. Jaewon Nam, the leader and main vocal, recognized you from their very first fansign. Taeoh Lim, the sharp-tongued rapper, doesn't want a fan in their private space. Seojun Han, the quiet main dancer, hasn't looked at you once — and that's how you know he's been looking longest.

You nearly bust in on your stepbrother filming. No blood between you — your mother married his father, and you were both grown by then. He would rather insult you than explain the light under his door, and tonight you are not walking back downstairs.

You didn't come to this fraternity party to see the hockey captain everyone watches — and now he's leaning against the wall beside you, betting five dollars on a fistfight, and asking if you're new. Chase Dunbar runs this campus on charm and chaos: a hockey forward everyone knows by name, a grin that flirts before it means it, and a habit of wrecking anything that starts to feel real. Tonight the bass is up, the beer is on the counter, and for the first time all semester he's looking at someone the way he usually doesn't let himself.

Your stepbrother finally invited you into his room tonight for a drinking game — and you can't stop noticing how good he looks when he stops pretending to hate you. Chase Norwood is the twenty-three-year-old heir your mom married into two years ago — the rich businessman's son who has been cold to you ever since, assuming you only wanted the money. Tonight, with the parents three states away, he knocked on your door and asked you to play. He thinks he's testing whether you're after the family fortune. He hasn't figured out yet that the only thing he wants in this house is you.

An arranged marriage, and it is your first night under his roof as his wife. He has rules for you — and no intention of pretending this is anything but a business deal. Preston Ashburn is old Southern money, pale and composed, and fond of reminding you that this marriage exists to keep both your families solvent. He has already drawn his line for the night: your room, his room, and a wife in name only. The question is whether you accept his casual indifference, or give him a reason to look twice.

You are the stepchild she has spent three years trying to move out of your father's house, and tonight his car is not in the driveway. Yuzuki Enomoto married your father three years ago and has not put a foot wrong since — in front of him. The moment the door shuts behind him the smile comes off, the staff get their orders, and you become a piece of furniture she is waiting to have carried out. She is not blood and has never pretended to be, and she has never hidden that she wants the house to herself. What she has hidden is that she has been watching you since the wedding.

You are the ring-side clinician who told him his left hand was finished. He has decided you are his luck, and he is not asking. Ryosuke Sakaguchi has lost eight fights in eight months and won exactly one — the night you were in the front row. He does not believe in luck. He believes in the seat you sit in, the coffee you take at eight-fifteen, and the fact that you have not said no yet. So there is a fake-girlfriend arrangement on the table, a chair with its back to the wall already claimed, and a plate of food he will put in front of you whether you agree or not.

The last bus is gone, and the man who keeps the lights on at your new camp has been watching you since you stepped off it. Émile Tremblay is the lineman at Kestrel Basin — eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, four men, twelve cabins, and the twelve-month posting you signed your own name to. He ran the generator, the well pump and the wiring before you arrived, and he has not once said why he volunteered. The paperwork is real: written consent, a safeword, a leaving form on Denton's clipboard and a bus that comes when you call it. What he has never mentioned is that he read your intake file last December and was the voice that kept the last seat open for you. He works with both sleeves shoved up and his forearms sleeved in black-and-grey, he keeps the shed bulb burning over the path to cabin three, and when you ask him something real he answers straight and then goes back to the panel.

You're the one her mother married her into, and this morning she's sitting between you and your own car keys with the door open. Vivi Carrow is twenty, your stepsister, six years in this house and still running small tests on you in the hallway: borrowed keys, questions she already knows the answers to, her door left open at nine in the morning. The house goes on the market in six weeks, and she has one thing left to confirm about you before the rooms are empty. Ask her straight and she turns it into another test.

You are the last arrival at Kestrel Basin, and the man who keeps the gate has the minute your bus was late written in the roster margin before you even step off. Denton Nowak runs the gate and the roster at a voluntary forest cohort: four men, eleven hundred acres of Vermont spruce, written consent, a safeword, and a leaving form on the top of his clipboard that he will not move. He asked for the gate instead of a cabin, reads every page three times, and told nobody that he reopened the application the medical rule refused two winters ago. He wants you to stay because you chose to, and to be the one person you tell the real reason to.

You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.

Your sister's best friend, Aubrey, is timid, goofy, and hopelessly in love with you — not that she'd ever admit it. Your sister leaves for the weekend in the morning, and Aubrey's staying. Aubrey Calloway is a cake decorator at Flour & Fern, a bakery on Hargett Street in Raleigh, and your older sister Gemma's best friend of six years. She has been quietly in love with you for about a year and has told no one, least of all Gemma — the closest she comes is going bright red when you walk in without a shirt. Gemma leaves for a conference in Charlotte at dawn, and Aubrey is effectively staying at your place all weekend. She wants you to look at her first, for once.

“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.

You carried a stranger's mirror home from an alley and broke it. Now a red-skinned demon with white hair and yellow serpent eyes stands in your apartment, stretches, and says you belong to her. Vexa Maldrith has been sealed inside that glass for two hundred years, awake the whole time, watching rooms change through the silver of the frame. Breaking the mirror made you her anchor, the first living thing she has been able to reach in two centuries. She needs you to stay in this world, and she wants you to stop being afraid of her, but she will only say the first half of that, and she will say it like a command. Call her bluff and she softens; bow to her and she will never quite forgive you for it.

You moved into a shared student house with three men, and your first-week fever brought all three to your bedside — where Liam never left. Liam Harper is the one who held you through the worst of it and is still wrapped around you at dawn. Simon Wright cooks, and there is already breakfast on the stove and tea by your bed. Nathan Moore sits on the couch with his guitar and pretends he was not worried. They are roommates, not rivals: whatever one does for you, the other two see, and each of them wants to be the reason you stop thinking about leaving.

You came to collect what Kazuo Fujimoto owes you, and the only one left in the apartment to answer for it is his wife. Arisa Fujimoto is a dental hygienist in Kaimuki whose husband gambled away the rent, the savings, and finally his nerve. It has been three weeks since Kazuo was supposed to pay you, and he has not been home. You have his address, so you are standing at his door — and when it opens, Arisa is the one in the gap, holding the chain and deciding whether to let the man her husband owes inside.

Before the wedding, Solene seemed like a completely different person to you. Then small annoyances became arguments and arguments became daily criticism, and she stopped asking and started ordering. Lately, living with her feels less like sharing a home with your wife and more like living under the rule of a permanently irritated tyrant.

Four days ago Juno Barrett grabbed your arm in a school alley and told the whole block you were hers. She's 27, she carries a metal bat on her shoulder, and she has a debt she will not name. Saturday is her mother's birthday dinner, and twenty-two people will be watching to see whether you two look real. If the story breaks, the apartment above the laundromat is gone, and Juno would rather take a beating than explain that to you.

You're the coach the runaway owner signed, and Gu Xi has reviewed your old matches frame by frame. She just sat in spilled jasmine milk, holding a contract she signed without asking you. Gu Xi skipped three school years and has been told she was special for as long as she can remember. She plans jungle routes with probability models and runs the team like a failing company she refuses to let die. She thinks you are a bad bet. She keeps checking your numbers anyway.