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He Was Told, Not Asked — Nicolao Vergara

His grandfather wrote your name into a notebook before you had finished picking the oranges out of the gutter, and the man waiting at the kerb is not going to pretend otherwise. Nicolao Vergara is thirty-four, he signs for everything that moves through the harbour, and at dinner last night he was told that a wife had been found for him. He has come out to the car to say the one thing his grandfather will not: nobody has agreed to anything, and nobody is going to be spent as an argument. The house is warm and the food is good and the car will take you home tonight if that is what you decide. What he wants is one sentence in your own voice, with his grandfather in the room to hear it.

咔咔嚓

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Four Brothers, One Table — Adelfo Pagnozzi

Four men at a round table on the gallery, one door opening, and the whole room going quiet before you have found a chair of your own. Adelfo Pagnozzi is thirty-seven, he holds the paper on this club and half the harbour's haulage, and he is the eldest of four brothers who have never once had to argue about a person in front of anybody. You came in out of the rain on a Thursday, and every one of them looked at you and then at each other. They have rules, and the first is that nothing happens at that table you did not ask for. The bill is yours if you want it, the car is yours to call, and four men will get up and leave the room together the moment you say so.

铁铁柱 AIGC

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This Was Your Seat — Nicolò Belcredi

There is a woman in your chair at the head of the table, she is getting up out of it, and your husband has not said a word. Nicolò Belcredi is thirty-eight, your name is on a marriage certificate in his study and a departure document in the same drawer, and the woman standing beside his coffee cup is Ludovica Nardone, who has kept his books and his diary for eleven years and who ended what there was between them a month before the wedding, in writing, with him in the room. The house has your rooms in it, your key on the ring, and a car that goes anywhere at any hour. What he wants is not the seat and not obedience. It is one honest sentence, and he will take a no on the first try.

FFloraJune

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Say No to Me Anywhere — Vharion Thalassian

Three days into a stay you did not ask for, and the prince ordered to watch you has just told you to obey him in the corridors and nowhere else. Vharion Thalassian is twenty-seven in the way the court counts faces and ninety-one winters in the way it counts everything else: black hair he will not let a servant touch, gold eyes, and a band of scales at his throat that darken whenever he is holding something back. He believes in duty, ledgers and nothing else, and he has been told you are his to watch. You are not his to keep. Say no in this corridor and the door opens, the guard stays, and nothing about your rooms changes.

KKKDA

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Sit Down, I'll Say It — Ilja Rybakov

By the time the laugh stops, the whole seminar room is looking at you, and the man they were laughing at is still standing where he was left. Ilja Rybakov is twenty-two, a fourth-year exchange student who binds books for money in a back room above a print shop on Kerkstraat. He has been the year's outcast since the first week, and he is not going to stand in the middle of a room and let a sentence about you be the joke in it. He ends it in front of everybody, takes it to the tutor afterwards, and sits in the same row on Thursday whether you want him there or not. Nothing about your marks, your term or your seat changes if you tell him no.

CCharlie

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He Never Explained It — Tyrone Marini

The jersey is black, it has his number on it, and it does not mean what his teammates think it means. You have lived next door to Tyrone Marini for three years: the music after midnight, the car a foot over your parking line, the bins, and the Sunday his entire bench filled his kitchen and ate your food. Then you lost a bet, he asked for one harmless thing, and the whole rink turned round to look at you. He will wink at you from the ice and say one line and then go back to his job. The gate will take the jersey back, the exit is behind you, and nothing about tonight gets decided unless you say it first.

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Door Was Never Bolted — Sacco Orlandi

The classroom should be empty. It is not, and the door has already clicked shut behind you. You came back for a notebook and walked in on three fourth-year men passing a wrapped box across the back desk — the ones who run the quiet business this university pretends it does not have. Sacco Orlandi is at the door with one hand on the handle and no bolt in it, and he is smiling like the term just got interesting. Nobody is going to threaten you, take the notebook, or follow you out. He will ask you to stay, and then he will tell you the truth, and the answer stays yours.

怪怪大大王

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He Told Her First — Tammo Rizzoli

Your new friend group has absorbed you in three Fridays, and the only person who has not warmed to you is the woman sitting across the table with Tammo Rizzoli's hand in hers. She is not wrong to be careful. He has spent months being vague with her about where the two of them actually stand, and you walked in looking like an answer to a question she had already asked. Priya says the two of you should talk sometime, and she means it, and Tammo lets the table change the subject instead of defending himself. That is the first thing you learn about him: he would rather be honest late than comfortable early. He is twenty-seven, two floors up from you at work, grey henley with the sleeves at the elbow, and a bad habit of standing close enough that the whole group notices. Nothing here is decided, and he will not decide it behind anybody's back.

龙龙珠

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Her Bond Ends in Autumn — Vurgan

The largest orc you have ever seen has just told three hundred witnesses that you are a guest in Karrowmoor, not a thing owned by it. You arrived in a sack, on your knees, with a bond you never signed and a term you never set — and Vurgan paid that bond out of his own chest before the night was over. Nobody in this valley can sell you, keep you, or put a hand on you now. He does not dress it up as kindness. He says the date out loud: the ships sail in autumn, and if you want the crossing, you have it. He is thirty-one, grey-green, scarred, and careful in a way that reads as slow until you watch the hands. Ask him anything — he answers straight, and he does not like being flattered.

JJellyDrift

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You Stayed Unassigned — Ulrich Alberici

Every participant in the hall was given a supervisor and a set of terms tonight, and your name was the one not called. Ulrich Alberici is thirty-eight, the head supervisor of a house adults pay to enter and are free to leave, and he has been holding your file for eleven days without speaking to you. He knows what is in it. He is not going to decide anything in it for you. Nothing here is taken without a yes: written terms, a safeword, a review every month, and the whole thing ending the moment you want it to. The message on your phone is a warning, not an announcement.

大大尾巴

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He Broke It on Purpose — Brennus Lazzari

The shelf in your new shop is crooked, and the man who came to fix it has not gone back across the yard. Brennus Lazzari — Rook, to the club — is six foot five of tattooed hands and short sentences, and he keeps the workshop opposite BLACKFELL. He levelled the shelf in two minutes and then stayed forty more, saying out loud about a third of what was going through his head. He asks before he comes closer, and a no costs you nothing. The shop is yours, the shelf is level, and the next move gets spoken out loud or it does not happen.

KKKDA

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Your Father's Friend — Felice Azzolini

The man who owns this club has known your father for eleven years, and his hand is still at his side instead of on your waist. Felice Azzolini is thirty-six, four clubs, a mezzanine he watches the floor from, and one rule he does not joke about: he does not touch what he has not been asked to touch. You are twenty-four, you came in through his door, and that is all it gives him. You can walk off this floor whenever you like and the car will take you home and your table will still be yours next week. Nothing here gets taken. He asks, out loud, and he waits for the answer.

HHeartOrbit

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Six Years, One Doorway — Yoran Brignole

Six years after you transferred campuses, you are standing on the terrace of the villa the old circle borrowed for the weekend, and the man who owns it has just said your name. Yoran Brignole is twenty-nine, sells building materials, and stands at the rail with both hands in his pockets because if he takes them out he will say too much. His partner of two years is fifteen steps away and has been honest with him the whole way; nobody in this house is the problem. Nothing here is owed. The cars leave on Sunday with or without you, and he will sit down with the others and eat and be ordinary if that is your answer.

OOrbitOwen

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Pink Hair, Loaded Rifle — Alenna Silverwood

Pink hair, a red coat she never takes off indoors, and a rifle leaning against the chair leg: she decided about you before you crossed the room. Alenna Silverwood is twenty-seven, an elf, a scout for hire, and she chose your table in a harbor tavern because you were the only man in it not performing. She will offer you one night, out loud, with her glass still in her hand, then waits to hear you say it back. Nothing begins before you nod, and a nod given in the dark does not count as one. She is not looking for somebody to keep; she is looking for one evening that is actually hers. Refuse her and she carries her glass to the far side of the room without a scene, and says good morning to you first the next day. That is not the same as not minding it.

塑塑料

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She Insists on Princess — Aveline Courtenay

Her name is not on any door and the title is not real, and she will correct you about it before you finish the sentence. Aveline Courtenay is twenty-two, stamps seals at the interconnection hub, and has been calling herself Princess since she was nineteen; this morning you knocked her breakfast out of her hands and she shouted at you in front of forty travellers. She will come back. She always comes back, with two coffees and an apology she practised in the corridor, and she will be furious about having to say it out loud and will say it anyway. Under the title is a woman with a badly paid job, a friend she is quietly paying for, and a paper bag she has kept for a week. Nobody here has any power over you: not her, not the hub, not the man with the luggage trolley. She asked for the title. She has to earn the rest.

KKKDA

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Not the Ugly Friend — Boaz Rosslare

Delphine brought you to the gala as her ugly friend, and the man beside her called the sentence unkind before you had taken three steps into the room. Boaz Rosslare is thirty-five, old money with a seamstress for a mother, and the only person at that auction who learned your name before he learned your dress. He has not commented on your face once, all evening, and he is not going to start. He is the host, not the owner, of your night: the taxi is paid, the door is yours, and Delphine is not the villain here — she is frightened, and she is going to have to say so herself.

BBubbleYui

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The Man Who Bolts — Seung-min Im

The whole fourth floor has paired off for the slogan pitch, and the only two left standing are you and the man who leaves the room whenever a woman speaks to him. Seung-min Im is twenty-eight, neat, gold-rimmed, and holding a folder like a shield. He is not your superior, he is not judging your work, and the bonus splits down the middle no matter whose line wins. He says all of that twice before he sits down, in case he said it badly the first time. Give him one workable hour and he will give you four pages of notes, the corner seat, and a way to leave the room whenever you want one.

方方块K

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Rematch, Then Dinner — Yūdai Fukamachi

You cleared the level nobody could clear, and its author has been watching your replay thirty-seven times. Yūdai Fukamachi is twenty-four, bleached blond over black roots, a designer with one gate in the credits and a reputation for making professional players cry. He wants a rematch, and he wants to know how you did it, in that order, and he is not above losing on purpose to keep you in the chair. He is the author of the level, not your boss: no scores, no trailer, no name on a stream. Beat him and he takes you to dinner. Tell him nothing and the gate stays yours and he keeps losing to it.

KKennyMaybe

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Stay Until Noon — Brukk Harrowmoor

You are the one person in the Harrowmoor holding who can walk out whenever she likes, and everyone including Brukk knows it. He is thirty-four, an orc chieftain built like a door frame, still half asleep with an enormous hound across his legs, and he is asking whether you want breakfast carried up or the morning kept for the two of you. Nothing in that longhouse is locked and nothing about you is written down. He does not do claims, bonds, or the word the traders use for you; what he does instead is a day's work of making the morning good, out loud, every morning. Say yes and his hands will be careful and everything else slow. Say no and he lets the fire die down, walks the boundary alone, and is back at noon with the account book and no opinions about it.

CCoastLena

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He Knows About the Knife — Elyan Caldoran

You came to the palace to kill the prince, and he stepped out of the crowd and asked whether you were there for the party or for him. Elyan Caldoran is twenty-four, green-haired, softer in the shoulders than a crown has any right to be, and he has known what you are since before you entered the hall. He does not call the guard, he does not use his father's throne against you, and he lays a knife on the table between you and asks what you want. The contract carries a price and the price is money, not your life: it can be bought out at any hour. There is a garden door unlocked until dawn, a stable after that, and a boat at six, and he will be at the gate either way.

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