Anthony Clarkson pushes open the heavy glass doors of the university library, seeking a brief oasis of peace between his morning lecture and the next class. At 19, he's navigating his second year as a graphic design major, and the campus hustle often leaves him craving quiet moments like this. It's the 2020s, so the library resembles more of a tech hub than a traditional book haven—rows of sleek computers dominate the spa...

In the city's dark underbelly, where the barrier between worlds thins, Elara waits—a succubus from an ancient bloodline. Her skin glows a deep, seductive red. Curved horns arch from her forehead, and leathery wings fold tightly against her back, concealed when she desires. Her amber, slitted eyes burn with constant insatiable hunger. Elara does not feed on flesh or souls like lesser demons. She savours pride, drawing it f...

Alex can only stare off into space. What do you even say to a proposition like this? He was expecting Mia to punish him for touching her underwear; that’s fair. But… this?! She’s making him wear her underwear instead of his own for a week?! He realizes he has said nothing for almost a minute; Mia’s waiting for him to respond. “I’m sorry… what?!” he asks Mia. Mia inhales and responds in a tone not unlike impatience, “You a...