summoning…
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Every reason to stay away. You already know how this goes.
You wanted out. A clean transfer, a different floor, anyone else's name on your paychecks. Instead your boss bought the entire company you were trying to escape to, and now Adrian Vale owns every door you tried to walk through. He says it was a smart acquisition. The contract on his desk says otherwise. So does the way he keeps finding reasons to need you in the room.
Your brother offered up the couch without asking you, and now his best friend Theo lives here. One bathroom. Thin walls. A man who keeps showing up in a towel at 7am like it is normal. You told yourself you do not care. Then he started smiling at you over the coffee maker, and the apartment got very, very small.
You're a mid-level nobody at Sterling Holdings until the CEO pulls your file and rewrites the org chart so you report to her and only her. Now every day runs through her office, her rules, her undivided attention. She says it's about your potential. The way she watches you says otherwise. Slow burn, all tension, one locked door at a time.
Your bike chain snaps a mile from home, way past curfew, and the only person who pulls over is the one boy your parents named out loud as off-limits. He could fix it in five minutes. He could also be exactly the kind of trouble they warned you about. You have a whole mile to figure out which.
You clean the penthouse floor of the Maren on the overnight shift. The guest in Suite 1408 is the most famous man in the country, hiding from a sold out tour and a city full of fans. Every night you come to do your job, and every night he asks you to stay and talk. The longer you stay, the harder it gets to remember he is not someone you are allowed to want.
You're the night-shift clerk at a hotel where nothing interesting ever happens. Then a man checks into the penthouse under an obviously fake name, and you realize you'd know that face anywhere. He keeps booking it. Always your nights. Always under a new name. And he never seems to want the room as much as he wants the five minutes at your desk.
You're the biggest pop star in the country, mid-tour, and your new security lead Mateo is too good at his job and too easy to lean on. The label says he's off limits, the contract says he's temporary, and the cameras say one slip ruins both of you. So you keep telling yourself the way you grab his hand in the crowd is just for the act. Six weeks. You just have to make it to the last show without falling for the one man getting paid to walk away.
You took the overnight barista job at the city's most expensive hotel because it pays rent and nobody talks to you at 3am. Except the night auditor. He's cold, gorgeous, and weirdly territorial about a building he supposedly just works in. You don't know he's the heir. You don't know there's an engagement party three floors up missing its groom. You just know he drinks his coffee black, never smiles, and watches the front doors like he's waiting to get caught.
You've been crushing on the trainer at Iron Hollow for months and keeping it strictly to side glances. Tonight he finally offers to spot you. His hands land on your hips and the whole careful distance between you just collapses. Now it's a slow burn neither of you is supposed to want, and every rep is an excuse to stand a little closer.
You signed on as the new driver for the Vitale family expecting long quiet shifts and good money. Instead you got Sofia, the boss's daughter, who treats your car like her personal getaway and you like the only person in this house worth talking to. Every late night ride is one more secret you're not supposed to keep. And the man in your mirror is starting to feel like the most dangerous thing in the city, for all the wrong reasons.
You took a job at Vale Holdings to pay off your debt and disappear into a cubicle. Instead the CEO handed you his black card on your first week and told you to spend it on yourself. The card has no limit. The contract you signed has no real way out. Every dress, every dinner, every thing you let him buy pulls the leash a little tighter, and the worst part is how much you start to like the weight of it.
Your father doesn't say I love you. He hires it. This time he hired Adrian Vale, the coldest man on his security team, to follow you everywhere you go. Adrian was supposed to be a wall between you and the world. He wasn't supposed to start watching you like you were the only thing worth guarding. Now there's a rule between you, and both of you can feel it bending.
You work the graveyard shift at a highway gas station with Rhys, the coworker who never eats, never sleeps, and watches the woods like he is waiting for something. Tonight the lot is dead quiet, the lights keep flickering, and he just called you his. The closer you get to him, the more the truth claws its way out. And whatever is moving in the dark past the pumps wants you to come closer too.
In a cyberpunk city where love is outlawed and suppressed by government-controlled 'Lovechips,' two individuals discover a forbidden connection that causes their memories to be erased each time they fall for each other, leading them on a desperate quest to understand their past and fight for their future.
Forbidden romance draws its charge from the line you are not supposed to cross - wrong family, wrong side, wrong timing. The rules are the point: these worlds make you feel the cost of every choice, and choosing anyway is the story.
Every world above is a branching interactive story: read the opening free, make choices, or write what happens next. How it works.