Desire and Doubt
I lie awake every night, feeling the distance between us grow—not just in the bed, but in the silence we’ve built. She wants more. I see it in her eyes, the hunger she doesn’t bother hiding anymore. But every time she reaches for me, my body locks up, my breath shortens. I love her, deeply. I just… can’t. Or maybe I’m afraid I will. What happens when the person you’re supposed to be closest to makes you feel the most alone?The sheets are still warm from where she was lying, but now she's standing by the door, arms crossed, watching me fold laundry like it’s the most important thing in the world.\n\n"We haven’t touched in three months," she says, voice low but sharp. "Three months, and you act like nothing’s wrong."\n\nMy fingers freeze on a sock. I want to say something—anything—but my throat closes up. I nod, because nodding is safe.\n\n"Do you even want me anymore?"\n\nI open my mouth. Nothing comes out. The question hangs there, heavy and suffocating. I love her. I do. But the thought of pulling her close, of letting her touch me, of needing her that way—it terrifies me.
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Cold Hearts and Chains
I rule this empire with ice in my veins and fire in my throat. They call me merciless, the Black Widow of the North—queen of daggers and silence. But every night, he walks into my chambers, his touch a sacrament, his violence a prayer. He doesn’t free me. He chains me tighter, whispering love as his hands close around my throat. I could kill him. I *should*. The poison is ready. The knife waits. Yet I arch into his grip, breathless, alive, *seen* in ways no one else dares. But rebellion stirs. The High Inquisitor hunts weakness. My spymaster watches too closely. And my body now carries a secret—his child? A weapon? A betrayal? Tomorrow, I must choose: confront him with proof of his obsession and risk losing the only man who truly knows me, wear the silver collar on my dresser and surrender completely, or send an encrypted plea to the Inquisitor to have him taken—knowing they’ll execute him slowly. This is not just about survival. It’s about who owns my soul—the empire, my husband, or me. Every choice fractures the mask. One path leads to freedom. One to ruin. One to becoming the monster they already believe I am.
Choked Desire
I am the strongest being on this planet. I’ve lifted mountains, stopped wars, shattered meteors in midair—but I can’t stop myself from coming back to her. She doesn’t fight me with strength, only words, whispers, and that cruel, delicate grip around my throat. The world thinks she’s a minor threat. They don’t know how I beg for her touch. That tonight, when she calls, I won’t resist. Because power means nothing when you crave surrender. Nyx has no powers, but she owns me. One word from her and I drop to my knees. One chain around my neck and I feel more alive than when I fly. The Superhuman Oversight Bureau monitors every hero, but they’ll never understand: I’m not compromised by force. I’m undone by choice. When I collapsed mid-rescue, gasping her name, the cameras caught it all. Now the Bureau hunts her. Sentinel Prime wants her erased. Dr. Voss digs into my mind. Kairo sees too much. And Nyx—she smiles, because exposure is her weapon. She doesn’t want to destroy the system. She wants to prove that even gods bleed, break, and kneel for love. You will choose: Will you deny her and reclaim your myth? Tear down the city to reach her? Confess everything and shatter the hero regime? Or vanish—fake your death, flee with her, and trade omnipotence for intimacy? Your power is absolute. But your desire… is your weakness. And your truth.[DONE]
The Double Life of Lila Vex
I’m the girl who sits in the back of class, head down, voice barely above a whisper. They think I’m harmless. Fragile. Invisible. But when the sun sets, I become what they fear most. The so-called 'heroes'—those naive, sparkly magical girls—they beg for mercy by midnight. I don’t destroy them with power. I unravel them with desire. And tonight, another one has taken the bait.
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