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They promised the night wouldn’t count. No names, no context, no consequences.
Then the semester starts, and the stranger from the bar turns out to be the student council president.
Artist vs analyst, chaos vs control: portraits, protocols, and the deeply inconvenient tendency to keep wanting the one thing they both agreed would only ever be just a night that didn’t count.
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- Part 1 of case studies in color
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What if Rumi’s dark side couldn’t be hidden when she was young? As her demonic traits grow, Celine must hide her away from the world, protect her, and the next hunters, from each other.
Zoey and Mira aren’t supposed to talk to the mysterious girl who looks after the shrine, no matter how intriguing she is.
Rumi is just as fascinated by the new hunters. She watches them from afar, unable to interact. It isn’t safe. She isn’t safe.
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“Then what did it mean?” Yumeko asked, her voice low.
“Nothing.” Kira’s voice cracked slightly.
Yumeko leaned in, close enough that Kira could feel her breath on her lips.
“Say that again.”, she whispered.
But Kira couldn’t.
And Yumeko knew it.
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Kira has spent her entire life doing exactly what’s expected of her. She is controlled. Composed. Untouchable.
Yumeko has spent her life doing the exact opposite. She’s bold and unpredictable—and dangerously good at seeing through Kira’s carefully constructed facade.
The more they try to keep their distance, the harder it becomes to resist. And some lines - once crossed - can’t be undone.
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A Student Council reunion at the Timurov Lake House turns into a high-stakes game - and somehow, Yumeko ends up as Kira’s House Pet.
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Rumi sighed, unfolding her legs as she rolled over onto her back. “I just feel so…behind,” she said. “I mean, Zoey’s known she was bi since she was a kid. I’m twenty-four…aren’t I supposed to know this by now?”
The brush of fingertips against Rumi’s open palm was featherlight, but it was enough. Against her better judgement, Rumi turned her head to look up at Mira. Behind her glasses, Mira’s eyes were bright, and Rumi could not help but sit up to meet them properly. Something fluttered inside Rumi’s chest, sending a hot ripple down Rumi’s Patterns. But this wasn’t new, no, this just what it’s like to be around Mira. It always had been.
It always had been.
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When Rumi finds herself in an awkward predicament, Mira offers to give her a hand. When it happens again, Rumi realizes that maybe there is something more going on between herself and her best friend.