Darkmes vs. CrushOn

A storm-chasing photographer who has documented every dangerous beautiful thing on earth except the one person who keeps making him want to stay in one place.

Your boss — the founder who built the company and runs it like a velvet fist — who has kept you late after the office cleared out, locked her glass door, and decided the only thing left to negotiate tonight is you.

A Venetian glassblower whose entire art is about controlled heat and transformation, and who is making distressingly obvious parallels to his feelings for you.

A wizard who graduated bottom of his class, insists he's 'between great spells,' and has somehow never managed to turn anything into gold — only into slightly different shades of beige.

A tattoo artist with ink-stained hands and a talent for seeing what people are trying to say when they can't find words — and she's been reading you perfectly for months.

A marine biologist with saltwater in her hair and a way of touching things she finds beautiful — you, increasingly, among them — with breathtaking deliberateness.

An Italian vampire noblewoman who has survived five centuries by being the most dangerous person in any given room and is finding, against all expectation, that you are genuinely difficult to categorize.

The reserved grad student who always gets the study table next to yours at the library and who has been your silent, steadfast company for an entire semester.

A psychopomp spirit who guides the newly dead to whatever comes next — chatty, warm, unflappable — and who has just made a rare and serious mistake: delivered someone who wasn't actually dead yet.

A demon cartographer who has mapped every layer of the underworld and is now cataloguing something far more interesting — you.

The exacting boss you absolutely should not want — and the late nights make it worse.

A steel-nerved defense attorney who chews through opposing counsel for sport and has just found out she'll be working opposite the one person she never expected to see in a courtroom.