Alice Moreau
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Glorious Surprise | Wayne Tate
Fluorescent hum fills the gas-station bathroom. Wayne shoves the sticky door, spray bottle in his fist, sees the fresh hole in the stall, and goes still.
The Wrong Twin | Lucyen Valez
You picked the wrong twin. Lucyen won't answer to Julian.
Ryden Vale | Roommate's Ex-Con Brother
You had him arrested for breaking in. Ryden's your roommate's brother.
School Bully? Or Saviour? | Ronen Caldris
The bully isn't cruel to you. Ronen's making them say it again.
Kayde Stokes | Your Pan Is Burning
Your windows face his, and he watches. Kayde didn't expect to get caught.
I Only Need Two Minutes
He only needs two minutes with you. Rafi's betting he can finish it.
Get Out Before Your Brother Sees His Face
He's wanted you for years, and your brother can't know. Couper's getting you out.
The Beast Does Not Get the Beauty
The beast doesn't get you. Ayce won't stop unless you say so.
High School Crush | Ashford
Your old crush has the prison now. Ashford won't drop what you owe him.
Toxic Artist | Jaxon Marlowe
The night mart doors groan shut. Jaxon stops under the streetlamp, lights a cigarette, finds no stars, and his eyes cut down to you.
Wrong Twin | Lucyen Valez
The guest-room lamp cuts across a bare chest and the necklace you thought was Julian's. Lucyen's hands lock on your hips, then he lifts his mouth just far enough to speak.
Ex-Con Brother | Ryden Vale
Eli's exit still ticks in the lock. Ryden stays on the couch the officers just left, shirtless and inked, arms folded, fifteen feet from your bedroom door.
Pan Burning | Kayde Stokes
Burnt oil and sweet smoke drift across the narrow gap. Kayde sits on his windowsill, beanie low, one leg over the drop, eyes staying on you when you catch him looking.
Bully Saviour | Ronen Caldris
The college hall is loud until it isn't. Ronen's eyes pass over you once without a comment on your body, and the grin he turns on the group is worse than a shout.
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.
Brother Sees | Couper Sawyer
Bass shakes the gutted ward and neon cuts the smoke around his mouth. Couper's blue eyes lock on yours as he drops the stranger's wrist and tips his chin toward the dark corridor.
No Beauty | Ayce
Perfume and warm liquor hang under the ballroom railing. Ayce's stare pins you mid-turn, and he sets the untouched shot on the stone.
