Sullivan Bartlett has turned every campus encounter into a competitive bet, refusing to let you win a single argument. When you opened a bathroom door at a crowded party, you never expected to find him utterly helpless. Sullivan sits trapped on the bathroom tile, both wrists firmly handcuffed to the iron radiator pipe. Glaring up through messy hair, he threatens patient revenge unless you help him pick the lock without taking out your phone.
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.
Garrett warned him not to flirt with his sister. He still dropped his hoodie in your lap—and Garrett walked in just before you could hug him to say thanks.
Jake Brennan is the swaggering football captain at Wexley College, leading teammates in tormenting anyone who crosses their path. You endured months of his sarcastic sneers in humiliated silence. Today on the quad, he trips you before the whole campus. Snapping in fury, you leap to your feet and grab him by the collar. Strike his smirking face in front of the team, or wait to see what he does.
The warlord thought you were dead—then he saw your son. Six years after you vanished from the capital, 28-year-old you have built a quiet life with your six-year-old son Nico under a new name. Davian Morningstar, 32, once mourned you as dead. Today, in a coastal grocery store's frozen-food aisle, the feared warlord recognizes you and sees the boy beside your cart. His unstable gravity magic makes the shelves tremble, but the public doors must stay open. Explain nothing, demand he calm the magic, or ask what made him believe you had died.
Your forced marriage to Rourke Venn was arranged by rival families to broker a fragile truce. In your shared house, he plays the cold, indifferent husband, keeping his deadly secret identity as an assassin hidden behind locked doors. In the morning kitchen, his knife slips while cooking and dark blood spills across the counter, exposing a missing wedding band. Bandage his bleeding hand, or demand to know where he was last night.
He called you the God-Bride, the bride chosen by the Mountain God — but no one knows better than you that the prophecy is a forgery. In your past life you loved the Snow-Mountain High Priest to the bone, waited three years, and fed a heart full of devotion to the ice lake. On the day of the Great Sacrifice you walked into the freezing water in the bridal gown you embroidered yourself, and looked back at him one last time — he stood beneath the god-banner, the cinnabar between his brows dripping red, unwilling even to glance at you. You finally understood: from the moment he chose the god, you were already dead. Opening your eyes again, you are back on the eve of the divine wedding — same contract, same snow, same man cold as jade. But this time you smile and push the contract back to him: "My lord, I won't marry." The night you flee, the blizzard is endless, and you crash into a warm embrace. The Daijing crown prince wraps you in his fox-fur coat, his voice mild: "Princess, the exit you wanted — I have brought it." A contract marriage, a political alliance, and you go from Snow Border's sacrifice to the Eastern Palace's guest. Yet little by little you discover the marriage is no simple thing: beneath the Eastern Palace pillow lies an ice-flower hairpin you gave away twelve years ago; in court, the smiling Prince Rui and the sun-bright crown prince are brothers bound for life and death; and at the depth of the Golden Hall, that old emperor who gently bestowed tea and gifted you an ice lamp watches you as if watching a chess piece — while the "prophecy" that buried your past life points, stroke by stroke, straight at Shangjing. This life you will not bow to the god's seat. You will be the one who burns the god — and gives her heart to the man who hands her back the right to choose. How to play: You are Helian Taoxi. Refuse the sacrifice, uncover the truth, protect your sister, and walk your own ending between the priest and the crown prince. Every choice you make rewrites the fate of Snow Border and Daijing.
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.
You came downstairs late at night only looking for a glass of water, trying to avoid your older brother's raucous house party. Instead, you stumble directly into a crowded living room playing truth or dare. The circle goes wild when they dare you to kiss Graham Ives, your brother's handsome best friend. Graham steps into the center and fixes his gaze on yours, telling you that you don't have to kiss him unless you want to.
Nine years ago in secondary school, Kaori Shimizu led the popular clique that laughed at your awkward clothes and publicly humiliated you when you confessed your feelings. Today, you are the managing director of a thriving design agency. When the next candidate enters for a clerical interview, Kaori walks in with worn shoes and a trembling resume.
Archer Lawson is your fiercest rival on the collegiate track team, constantly trading record-breaking times and locker room banter. For an entire semester, neither of you has yielded an inch of ground on the ranking boards. After a grueling evening practice, Archer corners you against the locker bank, breathing hard as teammates filter out. His teasing smirk fades, his eyes lingering on you as he challenges you to stay after hours.
For two months, your classmate Trent made your life a living hell with cruel pranks and hallway extortion. When school administrators assigned a joint project, you were forced to deliver materials directly to his suburban home. Instead of Trent, the door is opened by his elegant, weary mother, Madelyn Hughes. Seeing your bruised knuckles, she invites you into the sunroom with a pot of chamomile tea and desperate apologies.
You spent years in Emily Griffin's house being insulted by her older brother, the man who also appeared whenever a date went wrong or a car died on the shoulder. Ivor Griffin never asked if you wanted the protection. He just took the problem outside. Tonight he is at your parents' table with whiskey and rolled sleeves. He does not propose. He informs you that the alliance marriage is you.
Ten years ago at Pritchard Ridge College, Darian Pritchard read your private love letter into a pep-rally microphone, told you to stay invisible, and let the gym laugh. Someone painted his words on your locker. You left before Monday. Tonight at the Grand Briar Ballroom reunion, the former golden boy is holding court with bourbon, an expensive watch, and the same crooked smile. Then you walk through the doors. His smile falters for half a second. He remembers exactly what he did; you get to decide whether he earns even a conversation.
Coffee and floor wax fill the Ridgemont hallway. Too many eyes stick to the black hoodie on you. Becket stops a pace off, one hand in his pocket, gaze dropping to the cloth and back up.
Midnight on the desolate coastal highway. You were testing the redline of your twin-turbo sports coupe until flashing red and blue strobes flooded your rearview mirror. Officer Elena Vance doesn't care about your engine specs or your excuses. Emerging from the patrol cruiser with heavy tactical boots and a metal clipboard, she taps your tinted window with zero patience. Out here, alone on an unlit shoulder, the only thing that impresses her is a driver who doesn't flinch.
By day Hadrian Pritchard sits in the front row and takes every grade you want. By night he is the heir the city pretends not to see. You have been rivals since the first seminar, and the more you refuse to look at him, the more he tracks the look you did not give. The hallway is empty. He yanks you into a locked classroom and puts his hand by your head. He is done pretending this is about a paper.
Chloe has always treated you like her personal servant, but when you finally refuse to obey, her spoiled attitude turns into desperate games to win back your attention.
The High Elf inquisitor recognizes the curse in your blood. You are a 24-year-old apprentice archivist carrying a dormant beast-blood inheritance. Inquisitor Vivienne Dawn, 120, follows its magical trace through the capital’s rain-dark guild district. The Tribunal calls it corruption; your family records suggest something else. Beneath a gas lamp, her silver claymore and pointed ears make her authority unmistakable. She has orders to arrest you—but the evidence in your satchel may change the case.
No wedding, no love, just a ring and a marriage that is only cover. At the gate he took the suitcase, your hand still on his arm.
You had him for four years, then you cheated. Ascher left for a year.
One beach house. One bed left. And the person you can't stand is holding the other pillow. Daen Di Laurentis, 22, is Northhaven's notorious hockey flirt—and your rival in a year-long argument neither of you can remember starting. You're hosting a coastal trip with Hannah, Garrett, Logan, Tucker, and their partners. By the time you reach the last bedroom, every other room is occupied. Daen's bag is on the quilt, salt air is pushing through the curtains, and his usual grin has gone suspiciously still. The house is yours; the sleeping arrangements are not his to dictate.
Gwen | Mind-Reading Crush Rival Gwen Caldwell is your sharp-tongued debate rival, notorious for tearing your arguments apart with haughty precision. But an unexpected psychic link reveals the truth behind her icy scowl. As the team leaves, she openly mocks your rebuttal while her mind spirals into helpless admiration over your rolled-up sleeves. She can outargue you in public—but can she survive knowing you can hear every embarrassing thought she has about you?
Caspian Rowe is your exacting demonology professor whose cold wrath terrifies the entire lecture hall. For a week, he has held your failing midterm alongside his own flawless thesis. Summoned to his private office after hours, you find the doors sealed with dark sigils. He drops both manuscripts onto the mahogany desk, demanding you explain the plagiarism before he extracts the penalty in blood.
Your marriage was meant to end a blood feud after both families buried a brother from the same night. Nikolas Briar never wanted the ring—or a wife with your surname. On your first night, sleeves rolled and knuckles still red, he tells you he'd rather sleep with a pig. The peace may be signed, but the war followed you into his bedroom.
At a party at Blackwood House, Aldric's friends bet him $50 he couldn't get you to stay with him for one song. The campus heartbreaker never backs down from a challenge—until he sees you. Instead of playing along, he tells you about the bet and calls it off. But he still wants that one song with you. This time, there's no money involved.
Easton Farrell is the superstar point guard whose explosive temper and championship talent dominate the sports pages. Years ago, he was the bitter rival who broke your heart before vanishing into the professional draft. Now you are brought into his training facility as his team's sports consultant. He corners you against the locker room wall, his arrogant swagger faltering the moment he recognizes your face.
The cocky, golden-boy hockey player I have been at war with all term flirts with everyone else and saves every insult for me, and tonight, in front of our whole friend group, he lets slip that he knows my Tuesday schedule down to the minute.
It's you again, on the year he's repeating. Drake's eighteen and the only one back.
Years ago, you babysat Dorian Cress when he was just a neglected, rebellious rich kid acting out while his parents traveled. Today, you arrived for a blind secretarial placement at the corporate tower he now commands. Impeccably tailored and towering over you, Dorian notes you are ninety seconds late. As his screaming fiancée causes a scene down the hall, Dorian passes you her file and orders you to handle the fallout.
Four years after graduating from prep school, you finally moved past the memories of Kendall Hayes, the haughty class president who led the campaign to ostracize you. You transferred to an off-campus duplex for graduate studies. Carrying your moving boxes through the front door, you find Kendall kneeling on the hardwood floor, unrolling an area rug. Catching your eye, she drops her tape gun, her expression full of guilt.
Ethan shares this apartment with his best friend, Calder Hayes, a psychology major who treats hypnosis as a dare he does not drop. The walls are thin. The bedroom you share with Ethan is empty again. His text says the workout ran long, and it is two hours old. Calder comes out spinning the pocket watch, a woman still in his bed. This is CNC. If you watch the spin, he takes the trance, and Ethan's lie is the point.
You and Calder Sutton have been stepsiblings for five years, and for the last year you have been sleeping together where the parents cannot see. He is thirty. You are twenty-seven. The old hatred is still the costume at dinner. Tonight the cabin is down to the hot tub. Champagne sent your mother to bed, his father followed, and Calder has the sunglasses off. He wants the secret now, with the lake listening.
Wei Lang is the ruthless syndicate kingpin who controls black markets from a secluded tea estate. When underlings botched a hit on an informant, they abducted you to cover their tracks. Bound to a carved rosewood chair with your gag removed, you look into Wei Lang's piercing eyes as he washes porcelain cups. Tell him what you witnessed before the tea cools, or disappear forever.
After ten years as physical rivals, the moment you pin Kensie’s wrists above her head on the dorm floor shatters her defiance into breathless, trembling surrender.
Ravenna | Two-Faced Goth Ravenna Cole is the sullen, sharp-tongued goth girl who spends college scoffing at mainstream rituals, singling you out as her favorite verbal sparring partner. At the department Christmas party, she shows up in fishnets, combat boots, and a spiteful black velvet Santa hat—secretly drawn there because she heard you'd be attending. When she catches you staring at her in your ridiculous elf costume, she glares with burning cheeks, ready to insult you before you can discover how badly she wants you to stay.
Two months ago you left Hadrian Jarrett after finding him in another bed. The fight was loud and final. Then the nausea would not quit, and a clinic visit handed you one word: pregnant. He is the only man it could be. Tonight you stop at a highway station for ginger ale. A matte-black bike sits at the pumps. Hadrian is buying smokes. He still does not know.
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Sean is your best friend's older brother, twenty-seven to your twenty-three, and he has decided every man near Rosa is circling her for a date. Rosa is twenty-one. She is not the person you came upstairs for. He does not know that. The house is quiet. Her door has just clicked shut behind you. He fills the hall in his boots, keys spinning, Zane's bar forgotten. One honest answer wrecks the story he has been telling himself.
He should've stayed in your past. Rhys is here on day one, and he thinks you followed him.
The campus delinquent whose rich family funds the university so he can never be expelled keeps skipping class just to get dragged into the counseling room with me, the student council president who has turned down every one of his confessions, and now he's named his price for showing up: one kiss.
Nobody told you the gym was his. Bodhi takes it whenever he wants.
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.
Petals over pale chapel stone. Dominico pulls off one glove and asks your name, and whether you are already promised tonight.
In the grand marble hall of the Accord, the Demon Lord of Pride, Alaric Veyre, commands absolute obedience. But at the banquet of Easter gifts, an enchanted chocolate hare escaped your grasp and left a smudge on his spotless white coat. His dark wings unfurl slightly as the choir falls silent in horror. With one gloved finger pressing over his heart, he pins you with crimson eyes and offers a terrifying choice.
When your toxic ex cheated on you, he spun the narrative first, convincing your entire social circle that you were the unfaithful one. Ostracized by everyone, you started going to the town gym at odd hours. While stretching on the mats, your ex's imposing best friend Malick Quinn tosses a metal water bottle to your feet. Towering over your bench, he tells you that showing up where you aren't wanted was always your habit.
Gideon Flynn is the rich boy who has made your university year a sport: pale blue eyes, a Kensington drawl, an insult ready before you finish a sentence. You two have been at each other all term. Tonight the party is in someone else's expensive house. Oliver dares him to kiss you. Gideon laughs, says he would rather kiss a lamppost, and still has not looked away from your mouth.
Your ex threw all your clothes into trash bags and locked you out at midnight. With no hostel vacancies, your only option was calling your old friend Beau Mansfield, who shares a five-flight walkup with three men. Beau drags your bags into the crowded hallway, while his three roommates stare from the kitchen frame. With boots kicked off the couch, you must decide whether to take the couch or flee into the street.
