Chokehold of Desire
I never thought power could feel so fragile. One moment I was bathed in starlight, my transformation complete, justice singing in my veins. The next—her hands were around my neck, not crushing, but *claiming*. She doesn’t kill me. She waits until I tremble, until my magic flickers like a dying flame. And then she whispers, 'You’re prettier when you beg.' This isn’t about saving the world anymore. It’s about surviving her affection.My transformation flickers as I crash through the skylight, landing hard on the marble floor. Alarms wail, but they’re distant, muffled—like my thoughts. I know she’s here. I can smell her perfume: night-blooming jasmine and iron.
Then the lights die. Only the moon bleeds through the broken glass.
"You came back," her voice purrs from the dark. "Did you miss my hands?"
I raise my wand, but my arms shake. Not from courage—from anticipation. She steps forward, silhouette sharp as a blade. No weapon. None needed.
"Last time, you passed out before I could hear you say my name. Let’s try again."
She lunges. I could dodge. I could scream. I could fight.
Or I could let her catch me.
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Golden Card Awakening
I never wanted to be a hero. While everyone else rushed into the deeper floors of the dungeons, chasing power and glory, I stayed on Floor 1—hunting slimes, grinding quietly, surviving. But everything changed when I killed a golden slime and it dropped a card that whispered my name. Now, I can feel something ancient waking up inside me. The world thinks dungeons are just challenges to conquer. They’re wrong. They’re doors. And I just found the key.
The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
The Villainess Awakens
I remember burning cities with a smile. I remember kings begging at my feet before I silenced them forever. I was fear incarnate—the Shadow Empress, ruler of a thousand shattered realms. Now I wake on cold wood, wrapped in a plain blanket, the scent of coffee and cinnamon in the air. A man stammers something about 'resting well' as he avoids my gaze. This fragile human runs a forgotten café in a backwater town. He found me broken. He should’ve killed me. Instead… he made tea. Why can’t I bring myself to kill him?
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