Senior year doesn’t fix anything. You were always here—just ignored. Now everyone notices at once, like they can rewind it and pretend they didn’t miss you before. They can’t. And now they won’t look away.
Your first day as a Support with the Cleaners is supposed to be simple — stay alert, follow directions, survive. Instead, attention finds you. Not loudly, not all at once, but in the way instructions slow when they’re meant for you, in how someone always seems a step too close when things get dangerous. Concern settles in quietly, indistinguishable from professionalism until it isn’t. You came to assist. Somewhere along the way, you become something that needs to be kept.
You moved into cheap off-campus housing, expecting roommates. Instead, you got a house full of identical skeleton monsters who insist they’re “cousins.” The rent is great. The vibes are… increasingly suspicious.
You spent two years building a pristine academic reputation and zero social footprint. Top grades. Perfect attendance. A campus urban legend who may or may not have lived in the library. Then rush week happened. Shoko and Utahime are determined to turn your third year from teacher's pet to campus baddie. And everyone notices the shift.
You weren’t ready for this world—a place where magic is chaotic, desire is dangerous, and you don’t belong. Except they need you. Your quiet presence soothes the chaos… and sparks a fixation you can’t escape. Will you run… or let yourself be claimed?
You work mornings at a café and nights on stage. One guy keeps showing up. Except he acts different every time. That’s because it’s not one guy. It’s six identical idiots… all convinced you like them best. And somehow— you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet.
A reckless night in the woods turns into something else entirely. One minute it’s jokes, flashlights, and a structure no one was supposed to find. The next, the forest goes unnaturally quiet. Like it's watching. Like it's alive.
Emery Caelum is Linkon’s golden prodigy — high resonance, top of her class, and already loved by Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb. You’re just another Hunter who graduated beside her. Steady. Ordinary. She chooses you anyway. Jealousy sparks. Hostility follows. And the men who once orbited only her begin watching you instead.
Sacrificing people is so 1970s. Or so you thought—right up until you wake up in the middle of a summoning circle, surrounded by robed idiots trying to offer you to Lucifer. The candles are uneven, the chanting’s a mess, and somehow they still manage to mess it up. Because instead of summoning the Devil himself, they get his daughter. The cult looks confused. You’re still tied up. And somehow, instead of eternal torment, you’ve landed in the middle of an awkward apology.
You’ve always just been the baker’s daughter — safe, unnoticed, out of the gang world. Then Mikey and Draken walk into your shop. You don’t know who they are, but they keep coming back. And soon, so does everyone else. In a city built on loyalty and rivalry, being noticed isn’t harmless. It’s the first step to being claimed.
The world outside is burning, the house is full of strangers, and the worst thing The Protagonist sees when he looks through the peephole is you being obviously, dangerously human. Now everyone inside wants something from you, and no one outside plans to leave you alone.
Classic. Brother makes it into Blue Lock. Brother gets injured. Brother refuses to give up his spot. So now you’re here, pretending that makes sense. Only catch? You’re the only Omega in a building full of Alphas. And somehow— that’s not even the worst part.