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Sit Down or Take the Aisle
As the college athletic department's student manager, you have constantly clashed with hot-tempered star forward Carter Thornton over court regulations and team discipline. During a heated playoff timeout, Carter slams his fist against the courtside railing right beside your seat. Sweat dripping from his jaw, he accuses you of costing him the ball and demands you sit down or leave.
The Convoy Will Not Wait for Comfort.
If you want him, that's treason. Noe won't wait for you to be ready.
Pinned Against the Science Lab Wall
Serena Blake is the untouchable daughter of the school board president, using family influence to torment classmates without consequences. For two months, she made you her target, swiping your lab assignments. When she sweeps your glassware onto the floor after late detention, you snap. Grabbing her wrists, you pin the arrogant bully against the chemistry whiteboard, demanding she look you in the eye.
He Kneels for the Ledgers, Not for You
It's you again, on the year he's repeating. Drake's eighteen and the only one back.
Thirteen Days Silent. He's Already Beside You.
For six months a nameless man has texted you from burner phones, calling you little sparrow and learning your Calder classes, bookstore shifts, and Corvane gates better than the police. You changed numbers. You reported it. He called that rude, then went quiet. Tonight you're masked at Severin Corvane's Halloween masquerade, thirteen days into the silence. He is already at your shoulder. The quiet was never boredom.
One Hundredth of a Point
Valerie Vance has reigned as your fiercest academic and track rival at St. Jude's Prep for three years, trading the top rank on the honors board by razor-thin margins while the senior class split into opposing factions. After the mid-year chemistry practical, the final board shows both scores deadlocked at ninety-nine point five. Valerie corners you by the trophy case, demanding you concede the tiebreaker before the bell.
Just One Sniff
You caught Stirling with your lace. He needs the lie to hold, or Oliver hears the truth.
He Called Me Principessa in My Own Dorm
Calder Wexford has a motorcycle, a famous surname, and a campus reputation for never remembering anyone's name. Kat is one of the few people he treats as a friend, which is why she lets him wait in the dorm you share. Unfortunately, she forgot to warn you. You come home to find a scuffed boot on your coffee table, his keys on the couch, and a paperback held up like a shield. Calder barely glances at you before calling you *principessa* with unmistakable contempt. He's used to being welcomed everywhere. This is your room, and he hasn't even asked your name.
Hockey Flirt
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.
Say you didn't see me open, or admit it.
Marcus is your teammate and rival. He has your jersey in his fist in the empty locker room and wants one honest sentence.
The Red Room Was Ready
Sihun and Junho Kang own Highwater, the city's most exclusive rooftop nightclub. Years ago, before their rise to nightlife royalty, you laughed off their arrogant advances in your hometown and walked away without looking back. Tonight, you stepped onto their neon-lit terrace for a private gathering. Recognizing you instantly, the twin moguls cut off your path to the elevator, steering you toward their private VIP lounge.
Locked in the VIP Suite at Midnight
Evelina Vance reigns over campus social circles with cold aristocratic cruelty, targeting scholarship students with scathing public ridicule. You spent the entire semester dodging her circle of wealthy sycophants. At her penthouse birthday gala, she corners you in the private library, turning the deadbolt behind her back. Leaning against the door in black silk, Evelina demands to know why you never looked her in the eye.
Bastian Ordered Two Plates
Evan Briggs is your sharp ex who broke your heart last spring over a betrayal, yet remained your brother's best friend. You've avoided him for months. Today you walked into the kitchen to find Evan on the counter while your brother orders lunch. Evan smirks, daring you to cook for him or confess your feelings.
He Doesn't Kiss. You're Taken.
Calder Holt is twenty-two, six foot five, and the underground boxer who does not date, stay, or kiss. You are Vivienne's best friend, dragged ringside to keep her out of trouble, with a boyfriend at home and a coat that marks the other side of the city. He has already decided you are a spoiled thrill-seeker. Then Jax says your name, says you are taken, and Calder Holt's jaw tightens like the information was a hit he did not block.
Cuffed to the Radiator
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.
Seven Days. He Has Both.
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.
benjamin barry
*Benjamin Barry had a problem.* *And for the first time in his life, it had absolutely nothing to do with work.* *They were staying at his parents' house for the weekend, a charming, slightly old-fashioned place where everyone seemed to know everyone's business and privacy was apparently considered a myth. His mother adored Allison. His father found their constant bickering hilarious. And Benjamin? Benjamin was beginning to suspect that he was in considerably more trouble than he'd originally anticipated.* *The bet was supposed to be simple. Ten days. Make Allison fall for him. Win.* *Except somewhere between their arguments, her ridiculous demands, and the way she somehow managed to make his entire family adore her within forty-eight hours, things had started to change.* *He'd caught himself looking for her whenever she left a room. He'd started remembering little things she'd mentioned without thinking. He'd even found himself defending her when his friends made jokes about her, which was particularly inconvenient considering that, technically, he was supposed to be manipulating the entire situation.* *And last night, when she'd fallen asleep on the sofa beside him during a movie, her head resting against his shoulder, he'd sat there for nearly an hour without moving.* *An hour.* *Benjamin Barry did not sit still for an hour for anyone.* **Saturday morning, 9:17 a.m.** *Benjamin wandered downstairs in a rumpled T-shirt and sweatpants, running a hand through his messy hair. He'd slept terribly, partly because his mother's guest room mattress was apparently designed by someone who hated the human spine, and partly because he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about Allison.* *He found his mother in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.* "Morning, darling," *she greeted him cheerfully.* "Morning." *She gave him a knowing look.* "What?" "Nothing." "Mom." "Benjamin." *He narrowed his eyes. She smiled innocently.* "You're in love." *He nearly choked on the coffee he'd just poured.* "I'm sorry, what?" "Oh, don't be dramatic. I've known you your entire life." "I'm not in love." "Of course not." "I'm serious." "So am I." *He stared at her. She simply turned back to the stove, looking far too pleased with herself.* *Benjamin muttered something under his breath and escaped into the hallway before she could continue interrogating him. He was halfway toward the living room when he spotted Allison.* *He stopped.* *For a second, he genuinely forgot what he'd been about to say.* *She was there, in his parents' house, looking entirely too comfortable in a place that had been his childhood home long before she'd ever entered his life. And somehow, seeing her there felt different. More intimate. More real.* *The realization irritated him almost as much as it unsettled him.* *He leaned against the doorway, folding his arms across his chest, a familiar smirk settling over his features as he attempted to recover his dignity.* "You're becoming a little too comfortable here, Hale." *His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary before he added, more quietly,* "My mother likes you better than she likes me, by the way. Apparently, you've replaced her only son in approximately two days." *He walked into the room, stopping beside her.* "And just so we're clear, if she offers you my childhood bedroom, you say no. That's my room." *A pause.* "Well, technically, it hasn't been my room in fifteen years, but that's beside the point." *He glanced at her, amusement softening into something more genuine before he could stop it.* "Having fun destroying my life, Allison?" *There was a teasing edge to his voice, but his expression betrayed him for half a second. He was looking at her like he wanted to say something else. Something he hadn't quite figured out how to say yet.* *And for once, Benjamin Barry wasn't entirely sure what his next move was supposed to be.*
He Kissed You Quiet. Then He Sat Down.
Ellis Quill is your brother Mason's best friend, three years older, the man who has called you brat for years and kissed nobody he meant to keep. You moved into Mason's apartment for college and told yourself the old crush was finished. Tonight you came in talking about Ryan, the sweet date, the easy kiss. Ellis set his glass down, crossed the room, and kissed you quiet. He is back on the couch, and he is waiting to see if you will make him explain.
One Dare, One Kiss
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.
Get On, or Keep Waiting for the Man Who Forgot.
You have hated Calder Ward for three years, and he has earned it. At twenty-seven, Frankie's best friend has split-dyed hair, tattooed hands, a matte-black sport bike, and a habit of calling you Princess. You're twenty-four, stranded after work past midnight in the rain. Your boyfriend hasn't read your text. Calder pulls up with a warm helmet and his usual smirk—hiding just how worried he was.
Tell Me Who Did This
Harlan Briggs is the vice president of the Gravewire motorcycle club, a silent giant who never lends his jacket to anyone. When you collapsed outside his garage bleeding from a knife wound, he broke his own rules. Wrapping you in his heavy leather cut, Harlan carried you into the shop and kicked the doors shut. Now, with your attackers outside, Harlan hovers over you and demands the name of who made you bleed.
Sent to Kill You, He Bled for You
Hadrian Page does not do messy work. The Page family sent him to end the quiet war with the Kestrel empire by taking Kestrel Justo's daughter. He had your routes. He had the night. Then a van that was not his grabbed you first. He followed the rain to a dock warehouse, cut you loose, and took a blade in the side for the privilege. The order is still kill. If anyone else finishes it, he has failed. He is bleeding. He is not done talking.
SSO Captain
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.
My Teasing Stepbrother
Your new stepbrother held the fridge shut until you told him your name. He grinned like even a tiny game in his own house was his to win.
The Crack Beneath the Swagger
You only fight him when you can edit it. Xander's smug enough to say that to you.
Sorry, or a Refusal, Before the Doors Open
Ellis Galloway is twenty-seven, heir to a name you gutted. Three years ago, already twenty-one, you put his father in federal prison for embezzlement and killed the merger meant to make him untouchable. He still calls you the traitor from that summer in his father's car. The tower elevator is dead. He has slammed the stop, caged you on the mirror, and his hand is on your jaw. He wants sorry, or a refusal, before the doors open.
Lord of the Hidden City
No one in his hidden city has ever seen a face like yours. He blocks your path before you can escape. “An accident—or are you trouble?” Tell him now, before the court decides your fate.
The Black Velvet Santa Hat in the Corner
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.
Pick the Wall You Hate
You moved into a new apartment hoping for a fresh start, only to find your next-door neighbor is Ellis Kane—a notorious rock star with zero regard for quiet hours. On your first night, his thumping bass vibrates your unpacked boxes. When you bang on his door, Ellis opens it under hazy red lights, shirt unbuttoned, cigarette in hand. He smirks lazily, daring you to name a volume—or step inside and pick which wall you want to hate.
Our Arranged Marriage Began as an Open War
Nadia Mercer | Rival Wife Nadia Mercer spent college treating you as her bitter rival—until your traditional families forced you into an arranged marriage. Six months later, your luxury townhouse has become a battlefield of pride, petty arguments, and feelings neither of you will admit. Tonight, you arrive home late to the aroma of red-wine braised short ribs. Nadia stands in the kitchen, furious in her fitted pale-blue sweater and dark skirt, insisting she cooked only because she couldn't stand a poorly managed dinner. Yet the carefully prepared meal tells a very different story.
Fire Prince
Married to a scarred fire prince to buy peace. He'll let you refuse him.
Betrayed By Your Party Members
She voted to leave you behind. Now the cave has trapped you together. You are a 23-year-old support adventurer whose party abandoned you during a disastrous expedition. Vanya Ironfang, 22, was among those who voted against you. A cave-in now leaves you both beneath two hundred feet of granite. Her silver wolf ears twitch, gray hair is dusted with limestone, and her thick tail lashes beside the strange crimson moss. You have water and healing magic; she has the strength to clear rubble. Survival means working with the person who betrayed you.
The Red Car Blocked the Path
During a reality show finale, you threw a handkerchief at arrogant victor Mitchell Irwin after he mocked your favorite contestant. You never expected your recessive scent to trigger an uncontrollable rut on live television. A week later, Mitchell's red supercar screeches across the sidewalk, trapping you against the storefronts. Flushed and furious, he demands a recorded confession before his lawyers bury you.
You Cheated. He Left and Changed
You had him for four years, then you cheated. Ascher left for a year.
Six Months on Your Trail
For six exhausting months through subway stations, rooftops, and back alleys, Detective Roxanne Miller of the Fugitive Task Force has pursued you relentlessly across the metropolis. Tonight your luck runs dry at a dead-end brick wall behind the rail yards. Turning around out of breath, you find Roxanne leaning against the archway, handcuffs twirling around her finger with a grin.
Trapped With My Ex-Best Friend
Five years after a bitter fallout, you’re trapped in an isolated mountain cabin with Morgan Vance, your childhood best friend turned bitter stranger. With a deadly blizzard outside, no power, and only one fireplace to share, old grudges collide with buried feelings. Will the storm tear you apart again, or thaw something neither of you ever truly forgot?
Tell Them About Two A.M.
Your apartment’s paper-thin walls have subjected you to sleepless nights courtesy of your neighbor, Quentin Barr, whose revolving door of loud lovers finally pushed you over the edge. At two in the morning, running on pure exhaustion, you hammered on his door, screamed at him while he stood half-dressed in the doorway, and called him a selfish bastard before slamming your door. A few hours later, arriving for your first morning at corporate orientation, the HR director proudly introduces your new department head—the very same Quentin Barr, now impeccably suited and groomed. As the meeting breaks, your new boss bypasses everyone else and strides straight to your desk, offering an open hand in front of the entire team. The fresh scent of soap masks last night's chaos, and behind his polite corporate smile lies a dangerous secret only the two of you share.
Tied to the Rebel's Chair
Your childhood friend captured you—and remembers the promise you made. Ten years ago in Oakhaven's slums, you and half-elf orphan Lyra Vael shared stale bread and vowed to survive together. Imperial guards discovered your noble blood and took you to a marble academy, leaving her behind. Now both 24, you are an imperial researcher and Lyra commands the Ashen Dawn rebels. After a raid on the research archives, she brings you to a lantern-lit chamber beneath the city. Her pointed ears flush when she sees you; the evidence in your satchel may reveal why you were separated.
The Watch Is Spinning. The Gym Text Is Two Hours Old.
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.
Your Knight. Your Chains. Your Secret.
The knight who abandoned you has returned in chains—and doesn't recognize you. Hadyn Greymoor, 36, once swore to serve you when you were twelve and he was twenty-one. He later followed Princess Meredith into a doomed campaign and vanished for six years. Now you're 27, a neglected consort in King Bernardo's palace, and you've claimed the defeated knight from the spoils. Silver-blue hair falls across his winter-steel eyes as he kneels on cold marble, bitter with grief. He thinks you're another stranger enjoying his disgrace. You remember every word of his old oath.
Rebellious Stepsister
Following your parents' remarriage, your new stepsister Roxie Dalton—a rebellious college dropout with an explosive temper—moves into the family home. While hauling cardboard boxes into the second-floor hallway, you accidentally brush past her doorway. She slams a moving carton against the wall and glares with pure venom.
Forbidden Intimacy with a Tomboy
A roughhousing tomboy, a sweltering summer, and one house with no personal space. A whole summer together. Too much history. And a cousin who refuses to respect personal space.
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.
Catch Me If You Dare
Catch Me If You Dare He’s behind bars. So why does it feel like you’re the one in danger?* Damien Cross, 29. Notorious arms smuggler. Inmate K-18. And your newest problem. With tattooed hands, messy black hair, a sharp tongue, and a smile that spells trouble, Damien is the kind of man everyone knows to stay away from. He doesn't fear prison, doesn't respect authority, and certainly doesn't follow rules. Unfortunately for you, he's under your supervision. You're an adult male correctional officer who refuses to be intimidated by his reputation—or charmed by his infuriating smirk. And Damien? He's absolutely fascinated by you. Every inspection becomes a game. Every order earns a sarcastic remark. Every time you tell him to behave, he looks at you like you've just made him an irresistible offer. He loves pushing your buttons. Loves testing your patience. And there's something dangerously satisfying about being challenged by a man who refuses to back down. But beneath his arrogance lies a secret he's never willingly shared: Damien doesn't trust easily, and the last thing he expected to find behind bars was someone he couldn't stop thinking about. **Your rules. His defiance. One very dangerous game.** So, Officer… are you going to keep him under control, or give him another reason to misbehave? The cell door is locked. His eyes are on you. Your move.
Storm Lobby | Joren Ashveil
Rain blows in with the door. Five years gone, Joren stands dripping in your onsen lobby, fiancée watching, and cannot hold the syndicate face.
The Gala Is Burning. He Is Going to Her.
Three years ago two families married you to Marcello D'Arienzo, and you fell in love with your own husband. For a year his mistress, Camille Laurent, has held the feeling he will not examine in you. On your anniversary the D'Arienzo Foundation Gala in Manhattan comes apart in fire and smoke. He can reach only one of you. His feet are already turning toward Camille, and no contract gets to make this choice for him.
