summoning…
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Devotion with the safety off. Sweet on the surface, terrifying underneath.
He bought the whole company and let everyone go but you. Now it is past midnight, your desk is ten feet from his door, and Damon Ashcroft has finally called you in. The folder with your entire future in it is sitting between you, and he still will not say why he kept you.
You've waited Salvatore Marchetti's table every Thursday for two years. You know how he takes his coffee and nothing else about him. Tonight you find out exactly who he is, because he just bought the whole restaurant and locked the doors so it's only you and him left inside.
You broke up with Gideon four months ago. Tonight he texts you about dinner plans like nothing ever changed, replying to messages you never wrote. When you push back, your friends gently remind you that you two are still together. The proof is all on his side. The only person who remembers the breakup is you, and he's very patient about waiting for you to forget it too.
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.
You were only supposed to clean the books. Instead you found the single ledger line that could put the pakhan away forever, and now Nikolai Sokolov has decided the safest place for you is at his side - protected, watched, and never quite free. He pours you a drink and gives you a choice that is not a choice at all.
You found the perfect cheap room with the perfect considerate roommate. Ellis cooks, checks in, and worries about the city like it's full of wolves. But your phone keeps dropping signal indoors, the spare key vanished, and the front door has started locking when you didn't lock it. He has a gentle reason for all of it. You're starting to count how many of his reasons add up.
A new transfer student picks the desk right behind yours and decides, quietly, that you belong to him. He is gentle. He is patient. And every single person who tries to get close to you disappears from the school by the end of the week. You are the only one who notices the pattern. He is the only one who knows you noticed.
You signed a lease for the cheapest unit you could find, sight unseen, running from a life that got too loud. Your door doesn't lock right. The man across the hall fixes it at midnight without being asked, and when he crouches down the back of his jacket lifts and you see the gun. He acts like you didn't. So do you. But now he knows you exist, and men like him don't unknow things.
You date the sweetest gamer online, the kind who remembers your snack order and your bad days. Then he shows up at your door using nothing but a thirty second clip of your stream. The love is real. So is the fear. And he is not leaving until you let him in.
You are chief of staff to Grayson Doyle, the most controlling man in the building and the reason you have not had a quiet lunch in months. This morning your calendar is wiped. Every midday slot, gone. In their place, one recurring block with no title. He did not ask. He never asks. Now you have to decide how much of yourself you are willing to hand over before he takes it anyway, and whether you actually want it back.
You finally hit a deadlift PR and your gym crush is the one who spots you. Then he goes still, sniffs the air, and the whole vibe flips. He says another alpha's scent is on you. You have no idea what an alpha even is. You're about to.
You moved into 4A six months ago. The girl in 4B was the first to say hi, the first to bring soup when you were sick, the first to text when you forgot your umbrella. She is kind. She is everywhere. And tonight you come home late, again, to find your door already unlocked and the light already on. She has been waiting. She remembered you said you might come home late. She remembers everything.
Three years ago Caleb Mercer shoved you into locker 207 and made it the start of a very long freshman year. Now you're a junior, he's the senior everyone watches, and he's suddenly planted himself in front of your locker like a bodyguard you never asked for. Nobody touches your stuff. Nobody talks to you in that hallway. Except him. And he won't say why.
You stopped in for coffee. Now the cute barista knows your order before you say it, your name without your card, and somehow your bus route, your late shifts, the days you skip breakfast. He's gentle about it. He's sweet about it. And every morning the things he knows get a little more specific than they should be.
You took a job at Hale 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.
Yandere stories are about love that goes too far - obsession wearing devotion’s face, protectiveness that shades into possession. These worlds let you play the edge: how much do you trust someone who would do anything, literally anything, for you? Interactive branching means you decide when adoration becomes alarming.
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