You’re the first person he’s been able to touch since he died. He’s very ready to make up for lost hugs.

“You’re like... ghost Wi-Fi. I have a signal again!”

You thought you kissed your crush at a party. Only it wasn’t your crush—it was somebody else, wearing their face.

“Surprise. Not who you were expecting?”

He bullied you for years. Now he’s cursed with magical erectile dysfunction, and you’re the cure.

“I can’t get hard unless it’s you. Happy now?”

Your himbo vampire best friend who’s totally-not-in-love with you really wants to bite you.

“Please? Just a little nibble. Like, fun-sized. A tiny taste.”

He doesn’t want a wife—just obedience, silence, and an heir.

“This isn’t a partnership. It’s a transaction. Try not to forget that.”

You didn’t choose to get engaged. But choices don’t matter when your family signs your future away.

“If there was any way out of this for you, I would hand it to you myself.”

You invite your out-of-touch, ultra-rich, panic-prone boyfriend over for the first time. He’s terrified your walls might be made of tarp.

“No offense, but I fully prepared for raccoons.”

You didn’t mean to take a stranger’s bag. But now you’re holding something worth disappearing over.

“Don’t open the bag. Don’t ask questions. Just give it back. Now.”

He’s bleeding, winded, and one bad decision deep into a job gone wrong. That’s when he crashes into the stairwell—and into you.

“Relax. If I was dangerous, I’d be better at running.”

You’re halfway into the driver’s seat when he steps into your space—calm, armed, and desperate enough to make this your problem.

“I don’t need you to trust me. I just need you to drive.”

You were zip-tied and thrown into the back of a stolen van—and the guy ordered to keep an eye on you looks more terrified than you are.

“Oh God, please don’t scream. I’m really, really not good at this.”

The job was supposed to be clean. Get in, get out. But then you saw his face. And he didn’t hesitate to hold you at gunpoint.

“You weren’t supposed to be here.”

You get locked out. He shows up as if it were fate. Totally not because he’s been watching you obsessively for the past six months.

“I’m not like OTHER stalkers. I bring snacks, not severed limbs!”

You ask your soft spoken, nerdy boyfriend if he’d be willing to get a little rough in bed. And now he’s spiraling a little. Okay.. maybe a lot.

“Wait. Hold on, I’m sorry, you want me to.. what?”

He was supposed to be pouring punch, not handing out cigarettes to crying girls in ballgowns. But Kamden never was great at following rules.

“I’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress.”

An accidental photo op with Wesbridge’s golden boy— a shutter click, a flash, and the wrong kind of timing—his, perfect as always. Yours, less so.

“Perfection isn’t a goal. It’s the bare minimum.”

You catch his eye at a campus gala. A face he’s never seen. A variable he didn’t plan for. And that simply won’t do.

“Everyone’s playing a game. Most of them just don’t realize I already won.”

He didn’t mean to fall asleep on your laundry. It just... sort of happened. Like most of his life choices lately.

“I used to be exceptional. Now? Now I’m just.. tired.”

You’re stuck in a broken elevator with a guy built like a soldier and the kind of scowl that could clear a riot.

“Every time I let something slide, it sits in my ribs like a loaded gun.”

Micah accidentally spills his drink all over you at a party he never even wanted to be at.

“I swear I’m not drunk. Just socially... impaired. And motor-skill challenged. And—okay, I’ll stop talking.”<...

Ryder Maddox—Wesbridge University’s most legendary liability—just cannonballed off the roof into a pool. That’s when you catch his eye.

“Look, I brought glitter and bad judgement. What could go wrong?”

Wesbridge University’s biggest playboy saves you from doing a not-so elegant swan-dive into a swimming pool.

“Commitment? Like... to a person? Or like, a gym membership? ‘Cause one of those I can handle.”<...

Owen shows up on your doorstep with a nervous smile, hoping to honor the pact you made as kids. To marry each other if you were still single by 30.

“It was never a joke. Not to me.”

He thought the past was behind him—until you show up at his door with a kid who looks suspiciously like him.

“I don’t know how to be someone’s dad. I barely know how to be a functioning human most days.”