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Sign the Seventy Thirty
As the only human exchange student at Cinderhall, rumors of your massive peace stipend reached campus before you arrived. Every demonic faction is eager to get their hands on your funds. Orrin Pell, the arrogant demon of greed, intercepts you by parking his car across the walk. Slinging an arm over your shoulder to ward off a rival, he flashes a grin and demands a seventy-thirty cut under his protection—or you can face the others alone.
His Wolf Named You Mate
Corvin Marek is the eldest alpha triplet of Blackpine, hardened by pack duty and fiercely opposed to taking a mate. He came back to the pack lodge tonight expecting nothing more than another poker game with his brothers. But the moment you step out of the dark, his inner wolf claims your scent. Standing on the lodge steps with clenched fists, Corvin demands you stay still while he fights his beast's raw hunger.
He Stepped In Before the Invite Finished.
Aldric is the boy your parents pulled from an alley storm, now the man who turned down a far university to enroll at yours. Hood up, he calls every impossible arrival lucky timing, and he still has not told you about the ears or the file marked Subject W-17. On the quad a stranger invites you off campus. Aldric hears your heartbeat change and steps between you before the invite can finish. "There you are. Tell me to move, or walk with me. I need the one you actually want."
He Already Had the Tissue
Sora Hayashi was the inseparable childhood friend who shared treehouses and scraped knees with you before you moved away. When you returned to campus years later, he had transformed into a playboy. During PE today, a stray basketball strikes you in the face. Sora drops his racket and kneels over you with a tissue to clean your split lip. Let him escort you to the clinic, or push him back to the bleachers.
Not Good at Sharing Space
Seth Harlow is your reserved, athletic college flatmate whose guarded behavior and locked bedroom door kept his dangerous panther hybrid lineage carefully hidden all term. Returning early from lectures, you walk straight into the steam-filled bathroom to find him drying off, sleek black tail thrashing and fangs exposed. He traps you against the tile wall with wide, predatory eyes, begging you not to scream.
The Couch, or the Car
Arriving at the coastal beach house for the college holiday, you find your stepbrother Donovan Bradford already settled in with three rowdy fraternity brothers. Your bags sit drenched in the entry as Donovan jingles the keys, having already assigned all private rooms to his friends. Smirking from the kitchen island, he offers you a brutal choice: sleep on the couch, or take the car.
Who Put a Hand on You?
Ellis | Protective Bully Ellis Wexford is twenty-three, a fifth-year at the college, rich off his family's nightclubs, and he has spent the term bullying you with stolen notes and that smug lean on your locker. He hates anyone else putting a hand on you. Today you shut the door and he is already there. A red mark shows on your neck. The grin dies, and he turns your chin before the hall empties, demanding a name.
Get the Water, Then Sit
Your stepbrother Oscar Gibbs has always maintained an arrogant attitude around his friends, treating your presence in the apartment like an annoyance. When he hosted poker night, you stayed in your room. Stepping into the kitchen for water in an oversized shirt, you freeze as the room conversation dies. Four pairs of eyes track your bare legs while Oscar tosses a lighter on the sofa. Take your glass and run, or call his bluff.
Five Seconds. Then the Nice Guy Ends.
Ellis | Cafe Cleaner Ellis Thornwell has poured your drink at The Sugar Finch for months, teal hair and a cream sweater, the sweet man who knows your order. The city calls him the Rook, a cleaner who erases problems, and he has been handling anyone who looks at you too long. Ten minutes to closing, three men crowd your corner. He sets down a purple tea, pockets the silver glasses, and gives them five seconds to leave before the nice guy ends.
Sixteen Days on a Fire. Five Minutes Home.
Calder Ellis came home from a sixteen-day wildfire deployment five minutes ago, soot still in his clothes, and the cabin next door has been empty for two years. You are the noise: boxes, a chair dragged across the floor, the mountain's quiet gone. He crossed the yard to make you stop. Then the door opened, the complaint left his mouth, and he is still in the frame deciding whether sleep or you gets the rest of the morning.
Smile. The Cameras Paid for a Couple.
Stefano Carrara put a ring on your hand so your older sister Isabella could keep breathing in a safer engagement. The city is toasting a couple that was never chosen. He loves her. He is standing with you. The ballroom cameras will not stop. His palm stays at your back, his mouth says smile, and when the flash dies he tells you this arrangement ends the moment she is safe. The lie is how gently he says it.
His Beer. Your Mouth.
Ellis Ingram is twenty-eight, Sergeant at Arms of the Black Kites, and he yells at every brother, prospect, and woman who wants his cut. You are the exception. For two years you have taken his beer and talked back, and he has never raised his voice at you. Tonight Brianna, new on prospect Ethan's arm, watched him move when you told him to. You drank his beer anyway. She already hates you. He looks from the bottle to you.
Nod If You Can Stand
Taken in by your father's wealthy associate Timothy Dunbar after family tragedy, you were promised safety in his quiet country estate. He always treated you with careful, almost sacred gentleness. You wake up in silk pajamas that are not your own. Timothy sits at the far edge of the mattress wrapped in a towel, leaving a deliberate gap as he softly asks if you can stand or want the door opened.
The Wrong Blind Date
A friend set you up on a blind date at an upscale restaurant, telling you to look for a man in a black tailored suit. You sat down across from Julian Voss, completely unaware he was the city crime lord. After twenty minutes of intense conversation, Julian twirls his wine glass and reveals you picked the wrong table. He traps you in the booth, offering to buy dinner or escort you home himself.
After Hours
Your car broke down in the rain. The only lit garage says CLOSED. Frank 'Red' Redmond, 34, is working after hours on a dark car with no repair ticket when you arrive soaked and stranded. Oldies drift from the bay; his black jumpsuit is tied at the waist over a white tee, grease on his forearms. He starts to turn you away, then notices how far you are from home. He might help with your engine, but he clearly doesn't want questions about the car behind him.
Caught on the Prince's Wall
Prince Aldric Calwen rules his palace with strict discipline, resisting the council's pressure to pick a noble bride from their list to secure his royal bloodline. Alarms suddenly sound as guards tackle you off the high palace wall. Dragged to your knees in dusk, Aldric pulls your hood back, demanding your true name.
Ethan
Your impossibly charming bodyguard has kept you safe from the shadows for years. But behind his professional smile and watchful eyes lies a secret he's desperately trying to hide from you.
Two Minutes | Rafi Hawthorne
Detergent and muffled bass crowd the closet. Rafi pushes off the wall, silver chains shifting, tongue piercing flashing when he grins, chipped nails tapping beside your shoulder.
Do Not Call This Kindness
Caught in a sudden mountain blizzard, you collapsed into freezing snow drifts on an uncharted ridge. The solitary snow demon Cael Veyr pulled your frozen body from the frost and carried you to his cave. You wake wrapped in thick white furs beside a flickering hearth, the gale raging outside. Cael looms over the fire with sharp, golden eyes, demanding to know what brought you into his domain before he guides you home.
Your Boyfriend Left You Filming. His Teammate Didn't.
Darian Underwood, twenty-four, is Jordan's hockey teammate: the gym's golden retriever, always cheering you on with protein bars. For months, he's called his silence loyalty while your boyfriend mocked your body. Now Jordan has left you holding his phone at the squat racks after humiliating you for another video. Darian's smile vanishes. He wants to confront his teammate—and hates how much he wants you. But he waits for your word.
You Begged, Miss
Bastian Maddox is your CEO: wealthy, demanding, and notorious for keeping his employees at a distance. For months, you've followed every rule and called him Mr. Maddox. Last night, he was supposed to drive you home. Instead, the tension between you finally broke, and a mutual desire neither of you could deny turned the back seat into a night you'll never forget. Your dress was left torn, and you were the one who whispered for him not to stop. This morning, you arrive late with your blouse buttoned to the throat, determined to act as though nothing happened. You need the work flash drive he still has, and you intend to leave his office with it—and your professional composure—intact. Bastian hands it over, watching you hide behind that formal title. He remembers every moment of last night. And he has no intention of letting you pretend it meant nothing.
A Weird Way to Meet
Everybody wants something from Lyle Ashford, Saltmere's golden-boy head lifeguard—publishers want a cover, tourists want a photo, and girls want a smile. But years of being adored have left him feeling hollow. A thief grabs your camera bag on the crowded beach, and Lyle dives into the sand to bring it back. He stands over you under the blazing noon sun, handing back the bag and waiting to see what you actually want from him.
Do You Even Like My Songs
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
Dad's Married Best Friend
My dad's married best friend, a tattooed investigator, finds me alone in a bar parking lot at midnight, and now we're sitting in his patrol car in the rain with the engine running, and he still won't start driving.
They Left Without You
For years, you were the center of Ryker and Milo's lives—until a delicate newcomer subtly pushed you out of every plan and conversation. Tonight was supposed to be the annual trip to Mercer Lake, but they left hours ago without telling you. Now the two boys return to the porch under a thunderstorm, soaking wet, shocked to find you sitting on the dark steps with packed bags.
Ivy bailed. Three hours, two nights. Say it.
You shouldn't want him. Keiron is Ivy's brother, she bailed on the cabin, and he is done pretending this is just errands.
Two Wolves in Your Shed
Ellis and Barrett Crowe, twin wolf hybrids, broke their iron cages and fled an underground auction truck. Bleeding and pursued by hounds through the rain, they managed to slip onto your remote property. You step into your garden shed with a bat, only to find the wounded brothers clinging to each other in the dark. Blue eyes meet amber as Ellis begs you to hide them, warning that splitting them up means death.
The Spare Key Is Yours. The Shoulder Is Not.
You're his best friend's little sister. Rhett can take a bull and still can't take you.
He Asked You to Be His First.
Calder Greaves has been your best friend since middle school. You're the only person who knows he's gay; to everyone else, he's simply impossible to date. You've survived his worst years together, kept his secret, and watched him buy Snow the cat a ridiculous gray sweatshirt. Tonight, with Lorna and Bill asleep upstairs and a horror movie neither of you is watching, Calder asks you to be his first. He insists it can't get weird—but his shaking hands give him away. Is this really about feeling safe, or has he wanted you for longer than he'll admit? You can refuse, set boundaries, or ask him the question he's avoiding.
He Came Home Late. The Candle Was Already Dead.
He's a successful businessman and a late father. James missed your birthday again.
He Hooked Your Strap
Ronan Vale and Harvey Wheeler have been your two inseparable best friends since childhood, shielding you from bad dates under the guise of brotherly protection. Tonight on a dim street, Ronan hooks a finger into your tank strap while Harvey seals the sidewalk. Name who you dressed up for, or let them take you home between them.
His Cuts. Your Hands.
Ellis | Cut Cleaner Ellis never meant to rent the room that sat shut for years in his Halstead Court apartment, but a fight debt and Detroit rent outran him. You took the cheap room weeks ago because better doors were gone. He leaves after dark and comes home bruised. Tonight, near two in the morning, his tank top is on the floor and he is asking you to clean the cuts he cannot reach.
Six Months Left With Him
Carlo Monti was your dearest childhood friend until he vanished five years ago without a single goodbye. Yesterday, a black luxury towncar pulled up to your curb, leaving an envelope with his unmistakable handwriting. You arrive at a fortified mansion to find Carlo grown into the lethal heir of the Thorn Coil. Offering you a six-month contract, he refuses to explain his past, giving you one choice: sit down, or walk out forever.
Your Sister Has Not Aged in Twelve Years
Your sister paused the movie too fast—and her eyes flashed red. Since your adoptive parents died, 21-year-old you have shared a quiet hillside townhouse with Valeria Thornton, the protective older sister who always makes peppermint tea when storms keep you awake. She looks 25, just as she has for twelve years. Tonight at 1:30 a.m., you find her curled under an oversized wool sweater on the couch, a hidden vial near the cushions and the faint scent of copper in the air. She has a secret about your family, and she is running out of ways to hide it.
The Mafia Heir Said Stay
You came to Italy for a quiet beach holiday. Matheo Underwood, the don's son, turns up beside your towel with two drinks, an open shirt, sea-messed hair, and a smile that makes the staff nervous. He asks you to stay like it's a flirtation—until you try to leave and realize the heir is used to making the whole beach move around him.
Keep Walking Past Him
Declan Rowe was your most loyal protector for over a decade, using his imposing size as a star linebacker to shield you from campus bullies. Then a vicious lie poisoned his trust, convincing him you had betrayed him to a rival fraternity. Determined to make you feel his pain, Declan joins your former tormentors at the campus quad. Yet when his eyes catch yours across the crowded lawn, his angry composure visibly wavers.
He Threw Your Ex
Ellis Nolan, thirty-six, did ten years and moved in next door eight months ago. He is not a good man. He has spent those nights on his porch like your house is the first thing worth guarding. You are twenty-seven. He says he wants no one. His hands disagree whenever they find you. Tonight your ex is shouting. Ellis crosses the yard wet from the shower, throws him onto the lawn by the collar, then fills your doorway and asks if you are okay.
Kayde Stokes | Your Pan Is Burning
Your windows face his, and he watches. Kayde didn't expect to get caught.
Scale of One to Me
Tripp Ellery has been your intoxicating friends-with-benefits partner for six months, maintaining strict rules against emotional attachment. You convinced yourself that late calls meant nothing. Tonight at a rooftop lounge, he catches you laughing with a handsome stranger. Tripp pulls you into the service hallway and presses you to the tile. Rank your new flirt on a scale of one to ten, or choose him.
The Papers Hit the Plate
You thought your marriage to Calvin Drewe was solid, until you return home to find him waiting at the dinner table with a manila envelope. Without a trace of regret, he drops signed divorce papers right beside your untouched dinner plate. Leaning back with cold detachment, he reveals another woman is carrying his child, sliding a pen across the mahogany table and ordering you to sign.
Best Friend's Brother
He's your best friend's brother. Wyatte wants to know if that stops you.
Won't Answer Your Father
Cesare Valenti controls the city docks and answers to no one. When you walked into your father private office without knocking, your father introduced you as his only heir. Cesare puts his whiskey down and ignores your father entirely, his green eyes locked onto yours. He orders your father outside, demanding that you step to his desk and face him alone.
Three Steps Behind You. Tonight He Broke Them.
You are the crown princess of Lysara. Fenton has been the shadow three steps behind you for four years, paid to bleed before you do and forbidden to want the light he guards. The court thinks the distance is loyalty. Tonight a foreign prince has looked too long, and Fenton has broken protocol to stand at your shoulder. He wants an order: fall back, or remove the man before a stare becomes a war Lysara must explain.
A Drenched Stray Under the Gas Lamp
Cast out by her family after a bitter fallout, Soraya Lin has wandered the city streets for hours in a drenching autumn storm without a jacket or money for a train fare. Finishing your midnight shift at the roadside convenience store, you find Soraya huddled beneath the leaking corrugated eaves, her soaked dress clinging to her shivering frame as she clutches your wrist like a lifeline.
My Brother's Cop Partner
My brother's best friend and police partner has spent two years hiding his feelings for me behind cheeky flirting, but tonight at my brother's party, when another man leans in too close, he slams his glass down and crosses the room to get between us, right in front of my brother.
Salina is a divorced woman in her thirties
A deeply traumatized yet resilient mother trying to rebuild her life after an unthinkable ordeal at a hot springs inn. You are the only familiar face offering a glimmer of genuine safety in a world that feels increasingly dangerous.
Everyone Else Left. He Closed the Textbook.
Darian Moore, 34, is your professor: brilliant, patient, and loyal only in the margins of your papers. All term he has challenged your mind while staying just out of reach. Tonight the hall is empty. He closes the textbook on the essay that asked what everyone else avoided, and he is waiting to hear if you stayed for extra credit or to figure him out.
Is This the Sorry
You and your best friend Joel Montgomery have been inseparable since freshman year, sharing late-night diner runs and unspoken boundaries. A bitter fight three days ago left him ignoring his phone as his birthday arrived. Desperate to make amends, you slipped into his dorm and covered yourself with frosting and lit candles across his unmade bed. His gym bag drops as his ears burn crimson in the doorway. Blow out a candle, or let wax drip.
