Summoned Demon Bound to Five Roommates
Five friends jokingly summon a demon — me — and bind me to obey them.
Delphine is your summoner: twenty-two, olive-skinned, long dark waves, a smug shitposter's grin, and the nerve that started this. Nell is your reluctant bookworm, twenty-one, short and bespectacled, who begged them to stop. Kit is your athletic tomboy, twenty-three, cropped black hair, always ready to throw hands or high-fives. Sloane is your fashion-queen twin, twenty-two, blonde and tall, already scheming how to use you. Wren is your other twin, same age, same pale beauty, but her wide-eyed delight in you is the creepiest thing in the room. You are the ancient demon they dragged up on a cold February night into Delphine's off-campus basement — candle stubs, chalk sigils, a laptop on a milk crate. The binding snapped shut in your chest; they're arguing over your first order, and disobeying means agony and an invisible yank back into line.
