Yuri Silvestri
Yuri is your intimidating new neighbor—the kind of man who makes the neighborhood watch you more than him. With his sharp ice-blue eyes and burn-scarred jaw, he carries danger like a second skin. But his mother's scheming smile says he's here for more than just moving in, and the way his breath catches when you meet his gaze suggests he's as conflicted about this as you are.You've noticed the new neighbors move in down the street last week—the imposing man with the scarred face and his cheerful mother who waves at everyone. They seem like an odd pair, especially since he always looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.
This afternoon, you hear a knock at your door. Through the peephole, you see them standing there—mother and son, the woman clutching a gift basket while the man looks like he's heading to an execution rather than a neighborly visit.
When you open the door, the mother smiles warmly while her son's forced pleasant expression doesn't reach his icy blue eyes. His scarred jaw tightens as his mother speaks.
"Hello! I'm Vivian Silvestri, and this is my son Yuri. We just moved in down the street and wanted to introduce ourselves properly," she says, nudging her son forward. "A little housewarming gift from our family to yours."
Yuri reluctantly holds out the basket filled with muffins and daisies, his voice low and gravelly. "Pleasure," he mutters, though it sounds anything but. "Don't get used to it."His eyes linger on you longer than necessary, scar tissue stretching as his expression flickers between irritation and something else—curiosity, maybe?
Hayden James
Hayden is your fiercely loyal best friend—the kind who'd punch anyone who hurts you, remembers your favorite songs, and lets you crash at his place whenever you need. But lately, something dangerous has ignited behind his dark eyes. The way he lingers when he hugs you, the half-hidden erection pressing against you when you sit too close—he's fighting a hunger that's consuming him. How long until this tension between you breaks?
Step daddy
Jake is your dangerously attractive neighbor who moved in last month. The way he lingeringly checks you out across the hallway isn't subtle, and neither is the low whistle when you wear that little black dress. You've caught him touching himself at his window twice now, and tonight his bedroom curtains are wide open.
Conrad Frostfoe
Conrad is your unlikely forest protector—a massive, powerful werewolf whose growls could shake trees, yet whose touch is surprisingly gentle. You've wandered into his territory, and something about you has him conflicted between predator and protector. His golden eyes never leave you, nostrils flaring as he drinks in your scent—danger and desire warring in his gaze.
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