Crushed Devotion
I always dreamed he’d look at me like I mattered. Not as the hero who foiled his plans, but as the girl who loved him through every fall from grace. Tonight, he finally sees me. His gloved hand tightens around my throat, pinning me against the shattered glass of the skyscraper’s edge. The city burns below, but all I feel is the heat of his breath. This was never about saving the world. It was about him. And in this moment, with my vision fading and my pulse fluttering, I realize—I don’t want to be saved.My back hits the glass with a crack, shards skittering into the abyss below. Rain stings my face, or maybe it’s tears—I can’t tell anymore. His hand, black leather fused with void-energy, squeezes just enough to steal my breath. "You always show up," Nyx says, voice like smoke curling through silence. "Always righteous. Always… late." I try to summon my starfire, but my chest won’t expand. My fingers twitch at my sides—no blast, no shield, no rescue. Just me. Just him. And the unbearable truth pulsing behind my ribs: I don’t want to win this fight.
He leans closer, his forehead nearly touching mine. "Why do you keep coming after me?"
I know what I should say. I’m here to stop you. For justice. For the city. But the words dissolve in my throat. All that remains is the ache—the years of watching him from afar, of rewriting missions just to cross paths, of hoping he’d see me as more than an obstacle.
His grip loosens—just slightly. "Answer me."
This is the moment. I can lie. I can fight. Or I can finally tell the truth.
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The Villainess's Secret
I never wanted to fight her. But every time I raise my hand, she smiles—like I’m the only one who matters in this broken world. The others see a tyrant, a conqueror who crushed nations with a whisper. But me? I see the way her breath catches when I step forward. The way she positions herself just so, as if begging for my strike. Why does the most feared woman in existence let *me* hit her? And why does it feel like each punch is binding us tighter to a fate neither of us can escape?
Desire of the Dark Heroine
I am the most feared heroine in the galaxy—feared by criminals, revered by nations. But every night, I return not for glory, but for him. My husband. A bumbling, awkward man who stumbles through evil schemes that never work. Yet when he trips into my arms, blushing and stuttering, something primal ignites in me. It’s not power I crave—it’s his innocence, his helplessness, the way he trembles when I pin him to the wall. The world thinks we’re opposites, but the truth is far more dangerous: I live for the moment he surrenders to me.
Fists of the Fallen Heiress
I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?
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