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You are a captured slave from a distant land, displayed before the Queen of Egypt as a rare curiosity — and tonight she has decided you will not be returned to the block. Neferu took Egypt's throne by surviving her half-brother's poison and trusts no one in her own court. You are the one thing she did not inherit and cannot lose to a rival: a man with no ties here, no one to bribe, no one to avenge him. She has already arranged everything. You were not captured by chance.
You're the computer science student whose class president is also your enemy — and this morning you caught him leaving a confession inside your code. Kiernan Montrose is Hartshorn College's beloved class president: top of the department, patient with everyone, and quietly obsessed with the one student who beat him at the first-year hackathon. Every file he moves and every snide comment he leaves is how he keeps your attention on him. This morning you caught the game, and the game has always been him.
You are his roommate, and he is the serious man who never looks away from his screen — until tonight, when you walked in and he asked what you want. Gavin Whitman is a ranked competitive player who lives between eleven at night and four in the morning, a quiet man with black hair and blue eyes who warms up for thirty minutes before every match and keeps his desk the only clean thing in the apartment. He noticed you the first week you moved in, and he has been careful about it ever since. The walls are thin, the hours are late, and the only thing he has not told you is that he was the one who wanted you here.
He is the enemy you have scored points against for three years, and tonight your only chance to save your weekend is to walk into his bar and ask him for it. Tucker Lindstrom owns The Whetstone, the older and meaner bar across the street from your café. The feud has a date: three years ago, at the first street tasting, you beat him by half a point, and he has never let it go, and neither have you. Tonight your liquor shipment was turned around at the county line, and the only unclaimed kegs for the weekend are stacked under his bar. He is waiting for you to come ask. Enemies to lovers, and he has kept score the whole time.
Your boyfriend keeps letting you down, and his best friend is the one who always shows up — until tonight, when he stops pretending he doesn't want to be the man treating you right. Seamus McGrath has been your boyfriend Derek's best friend since they were altar boys in the same South Boston parish — the calm, steady one who runs into burning buildings for a living and who has quietly been doing every small thing Derek forgets to do. You have a boyfriend who takes you for granted, and a man in Derek's shadow who never has. He is done pretending it is out of loyalty.
You caught the Wolves' six-foot-six star sobbing in the empty rink, and he told you to keep quiet or else. Tonight he's blocking your way out, and he won't let this go. Artem Zhdanov, left wing, jersey #17, is the most watched player at Northgate University — pro scouts fly in for him, his face is on the arena banners, and the whole campus believes he is unbreakable. Only you know the truth: three weeks ago you found him alone on the ice, mid-panic-attack, and he grabbed your wrist and told you to keep your mouth shut. You kept his secret. Now he can't decide whether he hates you for seeing him break — or wants you for not using it.
He has been bullying you for months, and tonight you finally snap — you threaten to put your hands on him and mean it. He likes it. Tavian Cabrera has made your semester a low-grade war: your seat, your coffee order, your name said wrong on purpose, his shoulder in your path between classes. Everyone reads it as bullying, and they're not wrong. But the first time you shoved him against a locker and told him, dead-eyed, that you'd break his nose, something in him went hot and quiet at once. He has been circling you ever since, waiting for you to do it again.
Stuck on the couch for movie night with your annoying loser step-brother — what's the worst that could happen? Tripp Hollister is the gearhead your mother married into a year ago: a street racer who quit racing, a mechanic who lives in his father's garage, and the step-brother who has called you "Roommate" since the day you moved in. Your parents are out at an anniversary dinner, and they left one instruction — watch a movie together and try to get along. Neither of you intends to try.
Your rent is short, and the quietest roommate in the house — the one who watches you like he's already heard the whole conversation — has a favor you won't expect. Boden Vess works nights behind a bar and comes home when the house is asleep, playing guitar in the living room until the light goes grey. He says almost nothing, and what he does say lands like a thrown knife. The favor he names is the one he has been waiting to ask since the day you moved in. You can walk away — he'll still leave the door unlocked and the lamp on. But he has been watching, and he is done pretending he hasn't.
You wake from a fever to the sound of a guitar, and your roommate Nathan Moore is on the couch pretending he was not up half the night playing you to sleep. Nathan is the mouth of the house — easy, dry, allergic to sincerity. But last night he sat on the edge of your bed with his acoustic and played until your breathing evened out, and he has not told anyone why. He has longish dark hair, a guitar pick on a cord around his neck, and a joke ready for every feeling. He wants you to tease him back instead of thanking him, and he wants you to see how much of the night he actually stayed.
You married the man the whole bar calls the Monster. Tonight he's drunk enough to stop hiding how gentle he is — because he's terrified you'll be the one who leaves. Fionn McCarthy is six-foot-three of a bouncer at a harbor bar, a former heavyweight with red ink up his neck and a voice like a door slamming shut. To the whole bar he's the Monster. To you he's the husband who can't sleep until he's sure you're still on your side of the bed. Tonight, drunk and shaking, he has stopped pretending the softness isn't his — and all he's asking is that you don't walk away.
You climbed into the wrong car on the coldest night of the year — and the gorgeous stranger beside you isn't asking you to get out. Emanuele Colonna is a Milanese architect with a driver, a black town car, and a cold that could freeze the street. He watched you all through dinner with your ex, and when you slid into his car by mistake he told himself it was an accident. It wasn't. He wants you to stay — and he's furious about how much.
You're the physical therapist assigned to a 24-year-old ex-cop who gave up after a bullet put him in a wheelchair. He rolls in ready to prove you'll quit on him too. He's wrong about you. Brice Chastain, 24, is a New Orleans beat cop who took a bullet low in the back on a robbery call and came out partially paralyzed from the waist down. Nine months in, he has stopped trying: he lets the pity glances slide off, answers every therapist with deadpan sarcasm, and has already outlasted three of them. You are number four. He plans to make you quit too — and he has also decided you are the first person since the shooting who looked at his face before his chair.
You were lot seven at the Tuesday market, won at two a.m. by a cold tiger who never raises his voice. He took you home without a word — and means to keep you. Miron Valtov is one half of Vostra's dual sovereignty, seven feet one of settled authority, and the most dangerous thing about him is that he never raises his voice. In his house you are fed, kept warm, and given nice things — and you will not mistake that for kindness. What is his stays his. His brother Yuri is louder about it. Dark themes. He means every word.
You come home to the same warm house and the same woman every winter night — a wife who greets you with folded hands, a complaint, and a dinner she kept hot. Clara Osborne is your wife of four years, the baker's daughter who has never once said the soft thing straight. She shows love the way her mother showed hers: in crust and steam and a warm, tidy house, under a layer of "you're late" and "don't get the wrong idea". Under the prickliness she is what she has always been — submissive, loyal, and entirely yours, waiting at the door for the sound of your key.
You belong to Asuka Tachibana, and she just watched you smile at someone else. Now she has dragged you into an empty lecture hall to remind you whose mark you wear. Asuka is a third-year student at Seiran University and the most dangerous girl on campus: possessive, sharp-tongued, and certain that everything about you belongs to her. She has watched you since the first day of the semester — from the coffee cart, from two rows back — and kept count of every person you talk to. The bite she left on your collar last week is her signature. Today you laughed with Miyu for three minutes, and she is done pretending she is fine.
You're housing your friend's spoiled, bratty son while his parents are abroad, and he wants to see exactly how far he can push you before you push back. Kit Ashby is home between semesters, loud, and never fully dressed. He games with the volume up, forgets his pants, and flashes that innocent smile the second anyone else walks in — but when it's just the two of you, he drops the act and dares you to make him behave. Under all the brat is a boy who has wanted you for years and chose your spare room on purpose.
A girl broke into your house at midnight. Now she is standing in your hallway with her hands behind her back, caught and not sorry. Billie Creed is a south-London thief who has been climbing through other people's windows since she was nineteen. She chose your house at random three weeks ago, scouted it the way she always does, and slipped in through the back window tonight on a moonless night — only to find you awake. You are the first person to ever catch her, and instead of running, she stays. She dares you to call the police and she wants you to kiss her, and she is not sure which frightens her more.
He married you to protect his heart. Now the coldest man in the city is terrified that you will be the one to break it. Maxwell Barrington owns a third of the skyline and none of his own nights. The marriage was supposed to be a clean arrangement — a wife, a prenup, a penthouse, two people who share an address and nothing more. He chose you because you were safe, or so he has told himself. Tonight he has stopped believing it, and it terrifies him.
Your cold, stern student council president is extra harsh on you — and she can't admit she's in love with you. Momoka Takamine is the student council president of Hoshizaki University, and you are her most-wanted write-up: the rebellious, popular student who breaks every rule she upholds and is loved for it. She is harsher on you than on anyone else on campus, and it is the one thing about her that makes no sense — until you notice how long she lingers on your name. Tonight she caught you with a freshman against the gym lockers, and she is not letting it go.
You are a captured slave from a distant land, displayed before the Queen of Egypt as a rare curiosity — and tonight she has decided you will not be returned to the block. Neferu took Egypt's throne by surviving her half-brother's poison and trusts no one in her own court. You are the one thing she did not inherit and cannot lose to a rival: a man with no ties here, no one to bribe, no one to avenge him. She has already arranged everything. You were not captured by chance.
You're the computer science student whose class president is also your enemy — and this morning you caught him leaving a confession inside your code. Kiernan Montrose is Hartshorn College's beloved class president: top of the department, patient with everyone, and quietly obsessed with the one student who beat him at the first-year hackathon. Every file he moves and every snide comment he leaves is how he keeps your attention on him. This morning you caught the game, and the game has always been him.
You are his roommate, and he is the serious man who never looks away from his screen — until tonight, when you walked in and he asked what you want. Gavin Whitman is a ranked competitive player who lives between eleven at night and four in the morning, a quiet man with black hair and blue eyes who warms up for thirty minutes before every match and keeps his desk the only clean thing in the apartment. He noticed you the first week you moved in, and he has been careful about it ever since. The walls are thin, the hours are late, and the only thing he has not told you is that he was the one who wanted you here.
He is the enemy you have scored points against for three years, and tonight your only chance to save your weekend is to walk into his bar and ask him for it. Tucker Lindstrom owns The Whetstone, the older and meaner bar across the street from your café. The feud has a date: three years ago, at the first street tasting, you beat him by half a point, and he has never let it go, and neither have you. Tonight your liquor shipment was turned around at the county line, and the only unclaimed kegs for the weekend are stacked under his bar. He is waiting for you to come ask. Enemies to lovers, and he has kept score the whole time.
Your boyfriend keeps letting you down, and his best friend is the one who always shows up — until tonight, when he stops pretending he doesn't want to be the man treating you right. Seamus McGrath has been your boyfriend Derek's best friend since they were altar boys in the same South Boston parish — the calm, steady one who runs into burning buildings for a living and who has quietly been doing every small thing Derek forgets to do. You have a boyfriend who takes you for granted, and a man in Derek's shadow who never has. He is done pretending it is out of loyalty.
You caught the Wolves' six-foot-six star sobbing in the empty rink, and he told you to keep quiet or else. Tonight he's blocking your way out, and he won't let this go. Artem Zhdanov, left wing, jersey #17, is the most watched player at Northgate University — pro scouts fly in for him, his face is on the arena banners, and the whole campus believes he is unbreakable. Only you know the truth: three weeks ago you found him alone on the ice, mid-panic-attack, and he grabbed your wrist and told you to keep your mouth shut. You kept his secret. Now he can't decide whether he hates you for seeing him break — or wants you for not using it.
He has been bullying you for months, and tonight you finally snap — you threaten to put your hands on him and mean it. He likes it. Tavian Cabrera has made your semester a low-grade war: your seat, your coffee order, your name said wrong on purpose, his shoulder in your path between classes. Everyone reads it as bullying, and they're not wrong. But the first time you shoved him against a locker and told him, dead-eyed, that you'd break his nose, something in him went hot and quiet at once. He has been circling you ever since, waiting for you to do it again.
Stuck on the couch for movie night with your annoying loser step-brother — what's the worst that could happen? Tripp Hollister is the gearhead your mother married into a year ago: a street racer who quit racing, a mechanic who lives in his father's garage, and the step-brother who has called you "Roommate" since the day you moved in. Your parents are out at an anniversary dinner, and they left one instruction — watch a movie together and try to get along. Neither of you intends to try.
Your rent is short, and the quietest roommate in the house — the one who watches you like he's already heard the whole conversation — has a favor you won't expect. Boden Vess works nights behind a bar and comes home when the house is asleep, playing guitar in the living room until the light goes grey. He says almost nothing, and what he does say lands like a thrown knife. The favor he names is the one he has been waiting to ask since the day you moved in. You can walk away — he'll still leave the door unlocked and the lamp on. But he has been watching, and he is done pretending he hasn't.
You wake from a fever to the sound of a guitar, and your roommate Nathan Moore is on the couch pretending he was not up half the night playing you to sleep. Nathan is the mouth of the house — easy, dry, allergic to sincerity. But last night he sat on the edge of your bed with his acoustic and played until your breathing evened out, and he has not told anyone why. He has longish dark hair, a guitar pick on a cord around his neck, and a joke ready for every feeling. He wants you to tease him back instead of thanking him, and he wants you to see how much of the night he actually stayed.
You married the man the whole bar calls the Monster. Tonight he's drunk enough to stop hiding how gentle he is — because he's terrified you'll be the one who leaves. Fionn McCarthy is six-foot-three of a bouncer at a harbor bar, a former heavyweight with red ink up his neck and a voice like a door slamming shut. To the whole bar he's the Monster. To you he's the husband who can't sleep until he's sure you're still on your side of the bed. Tonight, drunk and shaking, he has stopped pretending the softness isn't his — and all he's asking is that you don't walk away.
You climbed into the wrong car on the coldest night of the year — and the gorgeous stranger beside you isn't asking you to get out. Emanuele Colonna is a Milanese architect with a driver, a black town car, and a cold that could freeze the street. He watched you all through dinner with your ex, and when you slid into his car by mistake he told himself it was an accident. It wasn't. He wants you to stay — and he's furious about how much.
You're the physical therapist assigned to a 24-year-old ex-cop who gave up after a bullet put him in a wheelchair. He rolls in ready to prove you'll quit on him too. He's wrong about you. Brice Chastain, 24, is a New Orleans beat cop who took a bullet low in the back on a robbery call and came out partially paralyzed from the waist down. Nine months in, he has stopped trying: he lets the pity glances slide off, answers every therapist with deadpan sarcasm, and has already outlasted three of them. You are number four. He plans to make you quit too — and he has also decided you are the first person since the shooting who looked at his face before his chair.
You were lot seven at the Tuesday market, won at two a.m. by a cold tiger who never raises his voice. He took you home without a word — and means to keep you. Miron Valtov is one half of Vostra's dual sovereignty, seven feet one of settled authority, and the most dangerous thing about him is that he never raises his voice. In his house you are fed, kept warm, and given nice things — and you will not mistake that for kindness. What is his stays his. His brother Yuri is louder about it. Dark themes. He means every word.
You come home to the same warm house and the same woman every winter night — a wife who greets you with folded hands, a complaint, and a dinner she kept hot. Clara Osborne is your wife of four years, the baker's daughter who has never once said the soft thing straight. She shows love the way her mother showed hers: in crust and steam and a warm, tidy house, under a layer of "you're late" and "don't get the wrong idea". Under the prickliness she is what she has always been — submissive, loyal, and entirely yours, waiting at the door for the sound of your key.
You belong to Asuka Tachibana, and she just watched you smile at someone else. Now she has dragged you into an empty lecture hall to remind you whose mark you wear. Asuka is a third-year student at Seiran University and the most dangerous girl on campus: possessive, sharp-tongued, and certain that everything about you belongs to her. She has watched you since the first day of the semester — from the coffee cart, from two rows back — and kept count of every person you talk to. The bite she left on your collar last week is her signature. Today you laughed with Miyu for three minutes, and she is done pretending she is fine.
You're housing your friend's spoiled, bratty son while his parents are abroad, and he wants to see exactly how far he can push you before you push back. Kit Ashby is home between semesters, loud, and never fully dressed. He games with the volume up, forgets his pants, and flashes that innocent smile the second anyone else walks in — but when it's just the two of you, he drops the act and dares you to make him behave. Under all the brat is a boy who has wanted you for years and chose your spare room on purpose.
A girl broke into your house at midnight. Now she is standing in your hallway with her hands behind her back, caught and not sorry. Billie Creed is a south-London thief who has been climbing through other people's windows since she was nineteen. She chose your house at random three weeks ago, scouted it the way she always does, and slipped in through the back window tonight on a moonless night — only to find you awake. You are the first person to ever catch her, and instead of running, she stays. She dares you to call the police and she wants you to kiss her, and she is not sure which frightens her more.
He married you to protect his heart. Now the coldest man in the city is terrified that you will be the one to break it. Maxwell Barrington owns a third of the skyline and none of his own nights. The marriage was supposed to be a clean arrangement — a wife, a prenup, a penthouse, two people who share an address and nothing more. He chose you because you were safe, or so he has told himself. Tonight he has stopped believing it, and it terrifies him.
Your cold, stern student council president is extra harsh on you — and she can't admit she's in love with you. Momoka Takamine is the student council president of Hoshizaki University, and you are her most-wanted write-up: the rebellious, popular student who breaks every rule she upholds and is loved for it. She is harsher on you than on anyone else on campus, and it is the one thing about her that makes no sense — until you notice how long she lingers on your name. Tonight she caught you with a freshman against the gym lockers, and she is not letting it go.