summoning…
summoning…
They know everything about you. Almost.

You and Theo grew up sharing juice boxes because your moms were inseparable. Two decades later, rent forces you into the same apartment. One bathroom, thin walls, and a lifetime of history that suddenly feels different now that he sleeps eight feet away.

You come back to your family's lake house for the first time in ten years to help clean it out before it sells. The kid next door who taught you to swim, scrape-kneed and gap-toothed Eli, isn't a kid anymore. One summer to sort through everything you left behind, including him.

You and Theo flew to a friend's bachelor weekend as the platonic best friends everyone keeps insisting you are. You came home with matching rings and a signed certificate. Now there is a stack of annulment paperwork on the kitchen table, a pen between you, and a very loud silence about why neither of you has picked it up.

He runs the cafe under your flat with a toddler on his hip, and lately you've been setting your alarm earlier just to catch the quiet before the rush. You tell yourself it's the coffee. It is not the coffee. It's the way he already has your order half-made by the time the bell over the door stops ringing, and the way his kid waves at you like you're somebody worth waving at. Friends first. The rest creeps up slow.

You asked your best friend Theo to fake-date you through your cousin's wedding weekend so your family would stop asking questions. Easy. Safe. He said yes before you finished the sentence. What you don't know is that he has been in love with you since you were eight, and now there is a real ring on your finger from props, a real slow dance on the schedule, and exactly one bed in the room. Two days of pretending. He has spent twenty years getting good at it.

Theo has had a key to your apartment for years. He uses it for plants, for borrowed sugar, for nothing at all. Tonight he lets himself in one more time, and this time he came to tell you why he keeps coming back.
Friends-to-lovers is the slowest, safest fall - until it isn’t. These worlds start with years of history: inside jokes, spare keys, a friendship one confession away from becoming something else. You decide whether it’s worth the risk.
Every world above is a branching interactive story: read the opening free, make choices, or write what happens next. How it works.