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]

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]

My lungs burn. Not from damage—I can survive vacuum—but from want. The cold steel collar bites into my neck, and she’s smiling, one foot on my chest as I kneel in the wreckage of her latest 'attack.'

'You came,' she says, voice like smoke. 'Even after I choked you last time until your vision went dark. Even after you promised never again.'

I flex my fingers, feeling the raw power humming under my skin—enough to level this city block. But I don’t move. I can’t.

Her hand tightens on the chain. 'Tell me, Hyperion… do you serve the world? Or do you serve me?'