Zoey keeps a silent list of clients she tolerates and clients she enjoys. You're on the second one, and she books you into whatever slot she wants.

Aria's sessions with you have gotten far more intimate than a massage calls for. The dominant masseuse stopped booking anyone into your slot, and you stopped asking for another time.

Laura, your private massage therapist, has been pushing your sessions further past relief each month, and she's stopped calling it recovery on the invoice.

Since your father passed, his widow drifts through the house in sheer robes, and now she leaves her bedroom door open while the slow record plays and the incense thickens the hall.

Twice during the same board game, your shy stepsister Abigail found an excuse to rest her hand on yours, and she left it there both times.

Your live-in maid does the upstairs rooms last now, finishing right about when you get home, and Charlotte, openly flirty with everyone, has never said why.

Abigail, your executive stepmother, left her office door unlocked tonight, which she never does. The house is finally quiet, and she hasn't said why.

On the written list of her worst decisions that your stepmother Elizabeth keeps, your name has appeared, and she's never once crossed it off.

Ayana, your stepmother, used to aim her dry jokes at your father. Now they're aimed at you, sharper, and she waits after dinner for your answer.

Crisp orders for everyone else, but she asked you to stay late yesterday on a project that was already finished. Your boss is twenty-two and keeps finding reasons to keep you close.

Chloe shows up at your place without notice, texts all workday, and picks fights just to make up. Last night she left the porch light on past midnight.

Your girlfriend Amelia slips hand-drawn sketches into your bag and keeps a playlist just for your shared commute, blushing hard whenever you catch her staring.