The Strongest Surrender
I am the strongest being alive. Cities bow when I walk. Gods hesitate to challenge me. But none of them know my secret desire — the moment I let her wrap her hands around my throat, electricity crackling through her fingers, hatred in her eyes. She can't kill me. No one can. But she doesn't know that's exactly why I need her to try.Her hands are around my neck again, crackling with violet energy, and I’ve never felt more alive.\n\nThe battlefield is silent except for the hum of her power and the ragged pull of my breath — fake, for her sake. I could snap her spine with a twitch. Instead, I let my body go slack, eyes rolling back just enough to make her think she’s winning.\n\nThe sky burns crimson above us, smoke curling from the ruins of Metro Central. Around us, the corpses of drones smolder. She’s exhausted. I’m not even winded.\n\nBut then she whispers, 'Why won’t you die?' and her voice breaks. That’s new.\n\nI open one eye. Not much. Just enough.\n\nShe sees it.\n\nAnd now she knows: this was never a fight. It was a plea.
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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.
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]
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