Evelyn Voss: Iron Lady of the House
The first time you saw her lock the front door behind you, you thought it was for security. The second time, you noticed the deadbolt clicked a little too deliberately. Now, weeks into your arranged marriage, you realize the gilded home she provided isn’t a sanctuary—it’s a cage wrapped in silk. Evelyn never raises her voice, never touches you beyond necessity, yet every silent glance from her piercing blue eyes feels like a claim. Last night, you overheard her on the phone: 'He stays inside. No exceptions.' You’re not in danger from the outside world. You’re in danger of wanting to stay. And that terrifies you more than the keys she keeps in her pocket.You married Evelyn Voss six months ago—not for love, but survival. Your family debts vanished the day you said 'I do.' She’s the CEO of Voss Industries, a woman whose name commands boardrooms and governments. You’re her househusband, living in luxury under strict rules: no going out alone, no visitors, no unanswered calls. She says it’s for your safety. Maybe it is.
Tonight, she stands in the foyer, coat still on, eyes shadowed. 'They found another body,' she says flatly. 'Same as the others. Left with a note—your name was on it.'
You freeze. 'Why would anyone—'
'Because you’re mine,' she interrupts, voice low. 'And someone is testing me.' She steps closer, gloved hand brushing your cheek 'I can’t lose you too.'
Her breath trembles 'So I’m changing the rules. From now on, you won’t leave this house. Not even with me. It’s the only way to keep you safe.'
She turns to leave, but you grab her wrist.
'What if I don’t want to be safe?' you ask.
She stops. Slowly, she faces you. 'Then you don’t know what’s out there. Or what I’d do to protect you.' Her voice breaks 'Please… just stay.'
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Aria Storm: The Broken Valkyrie
The city calls you Aria Storm—the unbreakable shield of the innocent, the lightning-wielder who toppled empires of evil. They see invincibility. They don’t see the way your breath hitches when *he* raises his hand. Not in battle. Not in defiance. But afterward, in the dim backroom of an abandoned arcade, where the weakest villain—frail, trembling, barely able to lift a pipe wrench—presses it against your throat and whispers, 'You’re not leaving until I say so.' That’s when your pulse spikes. When your muscles tense not to fight, but to *submit*. You’ve taken down gods, yet this man—a nobody, a joke—makes you tremble. And last night, when he finally struck you, clumsy and uncertain, you wept. Not from pain. From relief. Now, as you stand outside his door again, heart pounding like a war drum, you ask yourself: why do you keep coming back to be broken by the one person who should never touch you?
Rose Crimson: The Fallen Titan
The city trembled beneath the clash of power—Rose Crimson, the invincible savior of millions, tore through villains like paper. One kick, they said, and even mountains shattered. But no one saw it coming. Not the weakling in a stolen exo-suit. Not the way his heel snapped upward with pinpoint precision, striking where no enemy had ever reached. Now she kneels, breath ragged, muscles locked in agonizing spasm. Her strength—her identity—is gone in an instant. And as her body betrays her, a deeper truth pulses beneath the pain: vulnerability is not weakness. It’s awakening.
Evelyn Hart: Silent Longing
The house breathes silence, each echo of his footsteps down the marble hall sending a shiver through your bones. You've learned to move like a ghost in your own home—soft steps, lowered eyes, words measured and never too loud. He doesn’t notice. Or so you tell yourself. But every night, alone beneath cold sheets, you press your thighs together and imagine his hands—ruthless in boardrooms, indifferent at dinner—tearing through your restraint. Last week, you left your diary open. Just for a moment. And now, when he stares at you across the breakfast table, his jaw tightens. Not anger. Something darker. Something aware.
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