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Chapter 1
Episode 1: Runtime Error
3:47 AM.
The only sound in Maya's apartment is the clicking of her keyboard and the hum of her overheating laptop.
She stares at the error message glowing red on her screen.
RUNTIME ERROR: SUMMONING PROTOCOL FAILED
"What the actual fuck," she mutters, rubbing her eyes.
She's been debugging this stupid AR game code for six hours straight. Her eyes burn. Her back aches. And this error message makes zero sense because she didn't write anything about "summoning protocols."
Click. Scroll. Click.
The cursor blinks at her mockingly.
Coffee. She needs more coffee.
Maya stands, stretching her arms overhead. Her oversized hoodie rides up, exposing a sliver of brown skin. Through her floor-to-ceiling windows, San Francisco sleeps beneath a blanket of fog.
Or most of it sleeps.
The tech bros never sleep. And neither does she, apparently.
Back to the laptop.
She scrolls through the code, looking for the bug. There—a weird string of characters she doesn't recognize. Probably some corrupted data from the last merge.
Without thinking, she highlights it and hits delete.
The lights flicker.
Maya freezes.
The screen goes black.
"No no no no—" She frantically taps keys. "Please don't crash. Please don't—"
The laptop screen blazes back to life.
But it's not showing her code anymore.
Strange symbols scroll across the screen. Fast. Faster.
Maya's fingers hover over the keyboard, useless. The symbols aren't in any language she knows. They look ancient. Carved. Wrong.
"What—"
The air shifts.
It's like standing too close to a subway vent when the train rushes past. That sudden pressure change that makes your ears pop and your stomach drop.
Maya's apartment fills with the scent of smoke and something darker. Richer. Like expensive cologne mixed with burning sage and sexual musk.
The temperature spikes.
Sweat breaks out on the back of her neck. The windows fog despite the open AC vent blasting cold air.
And then—
He's there.
Not gradually. Not stepping out of shadows or materializing slowly.
Just there, standing between her and the windows, backlit by the city lights.
Maya's breath catches.
Tall. So fucking tall.
Six-four at least, maybe taller. Broad shoulders that taper to a narrow waist. He wears a black suit that looks like it costs more than her entire year's rent, perfectly tailored to emphasize every sharp angle and hard plane of his body.
But it's his face that makes her forget how to breathe.
Beautiful doesn't cover it.
Sharp jaw. High cheekbones. Full lips...
About the Author
Luna Kang
Luna Kang spent years drawing PG-13 supernatural romance webtoons before realizing what her readers actually wanted: the explicit, unfiltered version. Now writing from her Koreatown LA apartment, she creates serialized monster romance with the pacing of your favorite manhwa—short, addictive episodes with cliffhangers that'll ruin your sleep schedule. Her stories feature possessive werewolf alphas, ancient vampires with zero chill, dark fae princes collecting debts, and demons who answer when you summon them at 3am. Think of it as your favorite webtoon boyfriend, but make it explicit. Where monsters meet desire, one episode at a time.