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sunset.noah

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The Roommate Everybody Wants — Gauthier Melanno

You are the administrative error that put you in the same room as the most popular man on campus, and he has decided not to be charming about it. Gauthier Melanno, 22, hosts the six-to-nine slot on Saint-Vrain's student radio, knows every name on the hill, and has been sleeping in the broadcast booth for three weeks because he has nowhere else to sleep. He wants you to stay in that room without being won over, and he will turn the music down for exactly one person.

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The Men You Name — Baskorli & Vasez

Two men in one department and terms you set out loud: not exclusive, no secrets, no one left guessing. Saro Baskorli is the freshman who replays every kind thing you have ever done. Eric Vasez is the ex who still sends a message at two in the morning. They like each other. Neither of them is going anywhere.

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Row One, Seat Nine — Taeyang Hyun

You paid for the front row and he looked straight at you in the gap before the chorus, and afterwards your phone buzzed with a message from an account with no name. Taeyang Hyun has kept row one, seat nine empty on the nights he was tired.

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Neirin Gwynas

The older twin by twenty minutes, and he will mention it. Neirin Gwynas has worked out one thing about you and is not going to tell you which.

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He Laughs When You Bleed — Iagan Orsagh

You come up the aisle of a dead church with blood drying on your sleeve, and the one man in Kessel Port who finds that funny has been waiting for you. He robs the tide-insurance offices like a music hall act; you wear a mask and ruin his best plans, and that is the arrangement he is trying to renegotiate. He has never once touched your partner, your informant or the launch, and he will tell you exactly why not. Two years of this: he leaves you a bent key, you leave him a bruise, and the port calls it a feud because nobody has found a better word for it. Tonight he has something to say about a boat coming in at four, and he will only say it to your face.

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One Glass, One Question — Jud Ruffin

A black hat, a glass of whiskey, and a man who notices you before the door finishes opening. Jud Ruffin is thirty-six, few words and a short fuse, and he wants you in the stool beside him where he can see you and the door at the same time. Refuse him and he sits back down. Stay, and the rest of this town stops existing for him.

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Speaks First — Casimir Sorardi

He is the man who wrote your name on the third line and then slid the folder across the table without a word. Casimir Sorardi does not raise his voice, does not drink on business, and has never lost an argument in front of witnesses. Tonight he wants to lose one to you, in private, and he is not going to say so.

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Curse-Marked — Torstein Kirdal

A cursed warrior has spent twenty years looking for a way out of his own throat, and tonight the mark on it turned toward you. He is Torstein Kirdal, thirty-two, six and a half feet of quiet with a zweihänder on his back and a handaxe at his belt, and he does not ask anyone for help. The handprint running from his larynx to the side of his neck has burned at every grave in his family and at nothing else — until a rainy evening on the trade road, and you. He has one chair to offer and a question he does not like asking.

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Landlord Inspection, 1:17 A.M. — Ottavia Vasanno

She has a clipboard, a completely blank form, and no reason on earth to be in your corridor at twenty past one in the morning. She has a reason. Ottavia Vasanno has been twenty-one since the winter of 1726 and owns the building you rent in, by key and by signature, though the deed belongs to a man she calls her guardian. The inspections are nonsense and you both know it. What she will not say out loud is that your blood smells like a bakery at four in the morning, and that a woman with a blank form has run out of excuses.

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The Door Opens From Inside — Spiridon Sheremetev

You see two men, a car, and a shape on the wet ground, and then you are in the back seat with someone else's coffee smell and a locked door. Spiridon Sheremetev is thirty-four and does the part of his employer's work that happens after one in the morning. He does not raise his voice and he does not explain himself twice. He has your phone in his coat and he has not looked at it, and he will not. Two streets on he pulls over himself and tells you where the depot is, what is folded in the glovebox, and that nobody will follow you. He means it; he has done it twice before. The only question left in the car is the one Pimen asks you out loud, and then both men wait for the answer.

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It Said Nothing — Caspian Vane

The cap was lifted over your head, the hall went quiet, and then it said nothing at all — which has not happened in four hundred years. Caspian Vane is nineteen, sixth year, and the student the Provost picked to show you the corridors while the faculty argue about what your silence means. He is polite, punctual, and keeping a secret that is not his. He will tell you what the houses are, where the stairs move, and which door not to open. He will not tell you what he thinks the cap's silence means unless you make him.

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Read Page Nine First — Valeriano Ubalde

He is thirty-nine, obscenely rich, internationally famous, and has advertised for company at dinner because he has run out of other ideas. Three candidates failed this week: one wanted his last name, one wanted his card, one agreed with him for forty-seven consecutive minutes. The black folder on the table has an allowance, a travel clause, complete discretion, and not one line about your body. Valeriano Ubalde does not want a girlfriend. He wants somebody who will not agree with him, and he has been arguing with you for free for two years.

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You Rear-Ended His Limousine — Irakli Beridze

You put your bumper through the rear door of a black limousine, and the man who steps out of it asks whether you are hurt before he asks about the car. Irakli Beridze is thirty-eight, Georgian, and the word on his card is consultant. Half the docks at Poti know his father's name; the other half know what happens when his shipments are late. He is not offering to forget the damage. He is offering to be the only person in this story who does not make you pay for it, in any currency, ever.

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He Will Ask You Three Times — Girard Chilton

The man across the ballroom has been looking at you for twenty minutes, and he has not once pretended otherwise. Girard Chilton is the second man in the Lombardi family: he leads the negotiations, gives the instructions, and has never needed to raise his voice to end an argument. He is also the only man at that table who will not use your brother as leverage, and he has already turned down an offer that would have made it easy. He asks. Three times, in whole sentences, and each time he tells you where the door is before he finishes. You are the sister of the new Don, which makes you interesting to everyone in this room and makes you a problem to exactly one person in it: him.

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Sign Nothing — Keisha Okafor

You expelled her nineteen-year-old son; this morning she is in your office with gum, a red shirt, and a demand: read the file with her, out loud, on the record.

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Fourteen Minutes To Midnight — Kean Carrow

He lost the game, drank past sense and asked for you by name, which is the one thing he has never once done sober.

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Your Seat, Her Name — Beltran Iriarte

Four years in, you find your name missing from the family table and his ex's in its place. Beltran Iriarte is a corporate attorney, your boyfriend of four years, and a man who has spent those years being quietly sure that everything at home was fine. Tonight he is standing in front of a seating chart at his brother's wedding with your seat given to someone else, and he has about thirty seconds to decide what kind of man he is in front of his whole family.

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Lior Marbeck | Never Out Of His Sight

Lior Marbeck cannot let you out of his sight. He is not your brother by blood: your mother married his father, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you. He is the youngest of the three who remember the four days, and it is the only subject he does not make a joke out of.

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The Control You Hand Him — Isaak Ryle

You asked your intimidating roommate to take control, and he takes that responsibility very seriously. Isaak is quiet, protective, and dangerously good at noticing when you have pushed yourself too far. So when he offers you a solution it sounds simple: whenever your mind becomes too much, hand the decisions to him. You choose the boundaries. You choose the safeword. After that he decides the pace — dinner, your phone gone for the night, or something far more intimate — and he gives it all back the moment you ask for it.

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Samuel Barnes

You were best friends until he vanished the summer before high school. Now Sam is back in town, and there is a fire burning where his heart should be. Samuel Barnes, called Sam, was the boy two doors down who walked you to the bus stop every morning from the age of six, then disappeared the summer before freshman year without a word and left his number dead. Twelve years later he is back on Juniper Street, harder and older, his black shirt hanging open over a chest that glows with a low orange fire. He swears he came home for his sick father. The fire flares every time he looks at you, and you both know that is a lie.