Chapter 1: The Awakening

When the succubus inside me awakened, my first heat slammed into me like the worst flu I’d ever had—sudden, unstoppable, and all-consuming.

The sensation was so raw and overwhelming, it felt like I’d been knocked flat by a fever I couldn’t shake. My mouth tasted salty with sweat, my pulse thundering in my ears as my heart raced out of control. It was nothing like the books or whispered warnings—I felt my world flip upside down in a single, breathless instant.

Tears streaming down my face, I hovered over my phone, torn between humiliation and panic. I didn’t want to drag anyone into this, least of all him. But I was so scared, and the urge was too strong. Finally, sobbing, I messaged my childhood friend, begging him to come help me.

My fingers trembled over the iPhone screen, the blue iMessage bubble smearing through my tears. It felt like the last lifeline in a storm—reaching out to the one person who’d always been there, even though we’ve barely talked lately.

Snarky comments flashed before my eyes, just like those wild TikTok lives:

[Girl, don’t beg your childhood friend. He only sees you as a side quest. Every time, he just uses you to level up before chasing the main girl.]

[Look at your ice-cold fiancé you claim to hate. Because you keep threatening to call off the engagement, he actually bought a custom cage for some spicy captivity play. Those ankle cuffs and handcuffs? All monogrammed, just for you.]

[If the side girl would just smile at her fiancé, he wouldn’t be so twisted. He pretends not to care, but just a touch from her and he’s shaking like a TikTok thirst trap.]

It was like my own personal group chat commentary, the kind of running jokes you’d see blowing up on Discord or TikTok Live. The voices in my head were relentless, half-mocking, half-true, and impossible to ignore.

My legs felt weak as I knocked softly on my fiancé’s apartment door.

Each step up to his door felt like wading through molasses, the old carpet muffling my footsteps, the overhead lights flickering like a horror movie. The hall was quiet, just my shaky breaths and the soft thud of my knuckles against the wood. My knees threatened to buckle, and I clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d open up.

"Maybe... we shouldn’t break off the engagement."

The words tumbled out, barely above a whisper, but in the hush of the hallway, they sounded like a confession. My voice shook, my gaze fixed on the floor, afraid to meet his eyes.