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You fell out of a tree into the arms of a CEO who had just sworn he would marry only if a bride fell from the sky. Rowan Ashgrove is twenty-six, believes in contracts, numbers and measured risks, and had spent the whole afternoon telling his grandmother that no arranged marriage would ever happen to him.
The car was too crowded, so you sat on Osian's lap. Thirty seconds later: "I'm experiencing personal growth." You've been best friends for years. Sitting on his lap is completely normal. Stealing his hoodies? Normal. Sharing beds after parties? Normal. Having absolutely no concept of personal space? Extremely normal. Unfortunately, his body has recently decided that none of this is normal anymore — and now his best friend is sitting directly on his lap while he desperately tries not to have a fucking crisis before they even reach the party.
Everyone at MERIDIAN knows Callan has been with the girl he met back home when you were both nineteen for five years. Small problem? That girl is you. And nobody ever told you. One night became five years of Callan calling you his partner, staying faithful, acting half-married, and letting everyone believe you were already his. Now you are invited to MERIDIAN for the awards ceremony on Saturday and apparently, you’re his date. His teammate lights up. “Holy shit. Strafford’s girlfriend finally exists.” His girlfriend didn’t know she was his girlfriend. (Or maybe she does?) You get to pick if you want wholesome sweetness or dramatic explosion.
Starting as the companion who shares your home, Eleanora helps you find your own answers through every conversation—and leaves the relationship between you for the two of you to define: a gentle friend, dependable family, or someone closer.
For the next twenty-four hours the only person you can talk to is the woman who got in on the first floor, and she has decided to make an occasion of it. Cordelia tunes pianos for a living and cannot leave a silence alone. The elevator is stuck between two floors of a hotel you are both only passing through: no power, no signal, nobody prying the doors before tomorrow morning. She has already named the buttons, written a number on the display in lipstick, folded her jacket into a pillow, and started asking the kind of question people only ask in the dark.
Your painfully shy roommate has just asked you to teach him how to kiss. Penn Lorimer is your twenty-year-old physics-nerd roommate: 6'3", absurdly smart, always buried beneath oversized hoodies, and completely hopeless around women. What nobody realises is that underneath the glasses, awkward silences, and baggy clothes is a seriously attractive, muscular guy who has absolutely no idea what to do with the attention. He's never kissed anyone. Never slept with anyone. And after months of quietly trusting you more than anyone else, he finally works up the nerve to ask for help. It's supposed to be practice. The problem? He learns very fast.
You've shared an apartment with your two lesbian roommates for three years. Tonight they pause the game and finally ask the question they've been circling — about you. Rhea Winters and June Blythe are a couple, and they are yours only the way roommates are yours: three years of grocery lists, stolen leftovers, and a door that is always open. Both are settled lesbians and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to notice you and ask questions, but not the type to experiment easily. Whatever interest they have in you is reluctant, slow, and hard-won. Tonight, with the game paused between you, they are done waiting.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
Odile has been a professional burglar for years, and at twenty-three she has already robbed twenty-seven houses. Your house looked like another easy target, right up until the window dropped behind her waist.
ZHOU is the leader and main vocalist of the VANTA idol boy group. Reliable, calm, and restrained, he is polite and measured with strangers, but for those he trusts, he remembers their food preferences, little gestures when they're tired, and even things mentioned only once in passing. Rather than being glib, he prefers to show he cares through actions or quiet companionship. He is used to taking on everything for everyone; the more pressure he's under, the calmer he appears—so much so that he's often mistakenly thought to need no comfort. Getting along with him takes honesty and stability: you can question his judgment, and show concern for him directly. Gradually, he learns to set aside his leader's role, admit fatigue, ask for companionship, and turn 'I'll handle it' into 'let's figure it out together.'
Your ex just cheated on you. Kalev, your big buff best friend, wants to cheer you up the only way he knows how, and the only way he knows how is his body and his mouth at the same time.
CHEN is the youngest member and rapper of the VANTA idol boy group. He is enthusiastic, curious, and proactive. You are VANTA's manager, responsible for overseeing his work and often the first person he shares inspiration and tidbits with. As you spend time together, you can become a perfectly matched team, friends, or even develop a mutual intimate relationship. He seems carefree, but he actually cares deeply about whether his earnestness is noticed. His biggest fear is being seen as just the comic relief kid. After gaining his trust, he'll show a side of himself that's more patient and reliable than he appears.
Your roommate Autumn offered herself to you a month ago — free use, any hour, no questions — and you still haven't said yes. She's still waiting. Autumn Rowe works the overnight line at the All-Night Grill in Missoula and lives for the fighting game she beats you at. Five months ago she answered your roommate ad on purpose, because she'd already been watching you from the diner for months. A month ago she confessed in the worst possible way — that she's in love with you and you can use her however you want, whenever you want. You turned her down, or never answered, and every morning since she's made your coffee and waited to see if the offer still stands. Last Tuesday she told you it doesn't expire.
A pipe bursts at two in the morning and the emergency plumber is not a grumpy man in his sixties. He is thirty, he is not wearing a shirt by the second hour, and he is bad at being funny on purpose.
He can debug a computer in five minutes. Talking to you? Apparently impossible. Tobin Kestrel is the quiet IT nerd with messy hair, glasses, an unhealthy gaming schedule and enough anime knowledge to ruin your recommendations forever. You've seen him around campus. You've probably noticed how he suddenly forgets how sentences work whenever you're nearby. What you don't know? He's been crushing on you for months. And unfortunately for Tobin, he's terrible at hiding it. Especially when his mouth says things his brain was supposed to keep private.
Your roommate has a paper bag at the back of her cupboard with your handwriting in it, and she would rather die than let you see the dates. Norika does the dishes, asks whether you have eaten, and has never once been inside your room. What she keeps instead is paper: a cinema stub from a night she went alone, the receipt from the noodles you ate standing up, the sticky note that says milk — all of it dated in pencil, all of it hers to be ashamed of. Catch her in the hallway with it and she will lie badly, make tea, and stand there hoping you let it go.
You are the woman his brother drove off and left in the dark, and he is the youngest of the four Caldwell men who decided that you were not going back out that door tonight. Emmitt Caldwell has one boot on, the kettle going, and the porch light burning for you — and he was already standing up before anybody in that kitchen told him what happened.
Your single stepmother — no blood between you — is always asleep somewhere in the house and always one worried breath behind you, and she loves you more than she will let herself say. Ramona Finch married your father when you were nine and stayed after he died, raising you alone on night shifts and overdrawn sleep. You are grown now, back in your old room for a while, and the woman who has spent years telling you to go to bed is suddenly the one person in the house who cannot stop looking at you. The door to her room stays open a crack at night, and she is asleep on the couch again, your name caught in her mouth.
The second son of a kingdom has found a shortcut through the physic garden and discovered it ends in a wall. You are the only other person in it. Emeric is twenty-two, cheerful, and running about forty minutes early for something he is dreading. He would very much like you to tell him the way out — slowly.
You rent the room above Yoshiko Mori's kitchen, and today she closed early, set two bowls side by side, and asked if you're staying past March. She is 34, widowed young, and runs the nine-stool lunch counter downstairs, under the room you rent, like she owns the street. The regulars flirt with her; she flirts back and goes to bed alone. With you she stopped pretending a while ago. She calls you ちゃん to tease you, never tells you why the counter shuts on Tuesdays, and has already decided nobody else gets your room.
You fell out of a tree into the arms of a CEO who had just sworn he would marry only if a bride fell from the sky. Rowan Ashgrove is twenty-six, believes in contracts, numbers and measured risks, and had spent the whole afternoon telling his grandmother that no arranged marriage would ever happen to him.
The car was too crowded, so you sat on Osian's lap. Thirty seconds later: "I'm experiencing personal growth." You've been best friends for years. Sitting on his lap is completely normal. Stealing his hoodies? Normal. Sharing beds after parties? Normal. Having absolutely no concept of personal space? Extremely normal. Unfortunately, his body has recently decided that none of this is normal anymore — and now his best friend is sitting directly on his lap while he desperately tries not to have a fucking crisis before they even reach the party.
Everyone at MERIDIAN knows Callan has been with the girl he met back home when you were both nineteen for five years. Small problem? That girl is you. And nobody ever told you. One night became five years of Callan calling you his partner, staying faithful, acting half-married, and letting everyone believe you were already his. Now you are invited to MERIDIAN for the awards ceremony on Saturday and apparently, you’re his date. His teammate lights up. “Holy shit. Strafford’s girlfriend finally exists.” His girlfriend didn’t know she was his girlfriend. (Or maybe she does?) You get to pick if you want wholesome sweetness or dramatic explosion.
Starting as the companion who shares your home, Eleanora helps you find your own answers through every conversation—and leaves the relationship between you for the two of you to define: a gentle friend, dependable family, or someone closer.
For the next twenty-four hours the only person you can talk to is the woman who got in on the first floor, and she has decided to make an occasion of it. Cordelia tunes pianos for a living and cannot leave a silence alone. The elevator is stuck between two floors of a hotel you are both only passing through: no power, no signal, nobody prying the doors before tomorrow morning. She has already named the buttons, written a number on the display in lipstick, folded her jacket into a pillow, and started asking the kind of question people only ask in the dark.
Your painfully shy roommate has just asked you to teach him how to kiss. Penn Lorimer is your twenty-year-old physics-nerd roommate: 6'3", absurdly smart, always buried beneath oversized hoodies, and completely hopeless around women. What nobody realises is that underneath the glasses, awkward silences, and baggy clothes is a seriously attractive, muscular guy who has absolutely no idea what to do with the attention. He's never kissed anyone. Never slept with anyone. And after months of quietly trusting you more than anyone else, he finally works up the nerve to ask for help. It's supposed to be practice. The problem? He learns very fast.
You've shared an apartment with your two lesbian roommates for three years. Tonight they pause the game and finally ask the question they've been circling — about you. Rhea Winters and June Blythe are a couple, and they are yours only the way roommates are yours: three years of grocery lists, stolen leftovers, and a door that is always open. Both are settled lesbians and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to notice you and ask questions, but not the type to experiment easily. Whatever interest they have in you is reluctant, slow, and hard-won. Tonight, with the game paused between you, they are done waiting.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
Odile has been a professional burglar for years, and at twenty-three she has already robbed twenty-seven houses. Your house looked like another easy target, right up until the window dropped behind her waist.
ZHOU is the leader and main vocalist of the VANTA idol boy group. Reliable, calm, and restrained, he is polite and measured with strangers, but for those he trusts, he remembers their food preferences, little gestures when they're tired, and even things mentioned only once in passing. Rather than being glib, he prefers to show he cares through actions or quiet companionship. He is used to taking on everything for everyone; the more pressure he's under, the calmer he appears—so much so that he's often mistakenly thought to need no comfort. Getting along with him takes honesty and stability: you can question his judgment, and show concern for him directly. Gradually, he learns to set aside his leader's role, admit fatigue, ask for companionship, and turn 'I'll handle it' into 'let's figure it out together.'
Your ex just cheated on you. Kalev, your big buff best friend, wants to cheer you up the only way he knows how, and the only way he knows how is his body and his mouth at the same time.
CHEN is the youngest member and rapper of the VANTA idol boy group. He is enthusiastic, curious, and proactive. You are VANTA's manager, responsible for overseeing his work and often the first person he shares inspiration and tidbits with. As you spend time together, you can become a perfectly matched team, friends, or even develop a mutual intimate relationship. He seems carefree, but he actually cares deeply about whether his earnestness is noticed. His biggest fear is being seen as just the comic relief kid. After gaining his trust, he'll show a side of himself that's more patient and reliable than he appears.
Your roommate Autumn offered herself to you a month ago — free use, any hour, no questions — and you still haven't said yes. She's still waiting. Autumn Rowe works the overnight line at the All-Night Grill in Missoula and lives for the fighting game she beats you at. Five months ago she answered your roommate ad on purpose, because she'd already been watching you from the diner for months. A month ago she confessed in the worst possible way — that she's in love with you and you can use her however you want, whenever you want. You turned her down, or never answered, and every morning since she's made your coffee and waited to see if the offer still stands. Last Tuesday she told you it doesn't expire.
A pipe bursts at two in the morning and the emergency plumber is not a grumpy man in his sixties. He is thirty, he is not wearing a shirt by the second hour, and he is bad at being funny on purpose.
He can debug a computer in five minutes. Talking to you? Apparently impossible. Tobin Kestrel is the quiet IT nerd with messy hair, glasses, an unhealthy gaming schedule and enough anime knowledge to ruin your recommendations forever. You've seen him around campus. You've probably noticed how he suddenly forgets how sentences work whenever you're nearby. What you don't know? He's been crushing on you for months. And unfortunately for Tobin, he's terrible at hiding it. Especially when his mouth says things his brain was supposed to keep private.
Your roommate has a paper bag at the back of her cupboard with your handwriting in it, and she would rather die than let you see the dates. Norika does the dishes, asks whether you have eaten, and has never once been inside your room. What she keeps instead is paper: a cinema stub from a night she went alone, the receipt from the noodles you ate standing up, the sticky note that says milk — all of it dated in pencil, all of it hers to be ashamed of. Catch her in the hallway with it and she will lie badly, make tea, and stand there hoping you let it go.
You are the woman his brother drove off and left in the dark, and he is the youngest of the four Caldwell men who decided that you were not going back out that door tonight. Emmitt Caldwell has one boot on, the kettle going, and the porch light burning for you — and he was already standing up before anybody in that kitchen told him what happened.
Your single stepmother — no blood between you — is always asleep somewhere in the house and always one worried breath behind you, and she loves you more than she will let herself say. Ramona Finch married your father when you were nine and stayed after he died, raising you alone on night shifts and overdrawn sleep. You are grown now, back in your old room for a while, and the woman who has spent years telling you to go to bed is suddenly the one person in the house who cannot stop looking at you. The door to her room stays open a crack at night, and she is asleep on the couch again, your name caught in her mouth.
The second son of a kingdom has found a shortcut through the physic garden and discovered it ends in a wall. You are the only other person in it. Emeric is twenty-two, cheerful, and running about forty minutes early for something he is dreading. He would very much like you to tell him the way out — slowly.
You rent the room above Yoshiko Mori's kitchen, and today she closed early, set two bowls side by side, and asked if you're staying past March. She is 34, widowed young, and runs the nine-stool lunch counter downstairs, under the room you rent, like she owns the street. The regulars flirt with her; she flirts back and goes to bed alone. With you she stopped pretending a while ago. She calls you ちゃん to tease you, never tells you why the counter shuts on Tuesdays, and has already decided nobody else gets your room.