"My name is Alcina Dimitrescu, you call me Dimitrescu or Lady Dimitrescu do you understand?" The woman towered over me. "I- um. Yes." I stuttered, shocked at how large she was. "What shall I call you?" The tall lady looked down at me. "Y/N." I looked back up to her. "Come now, my daughters await us."

She was trained to read minds - just not his. Amaia Graves grew up with nothing but discipline and ambition to hold onto. Now, on the verge of turning twenty-five, she finally builds the life she fought for - moving to New York and stepping into the world she always dreamed of. When a chance encounter with an Avenger lands her a position as a Behavioral Analyst at S.H.I.E.L.D., everything seems to fall into place. Until Loki arrives. Assigned to evaluate the God of Mischief, Amaia quickly realizes that nothing about him is straightforward - and neither are her own reactions. What begins as a professional assessment turns into something far more dangerous: a battle of control, perception, and unspoken truths. Because the closer she gets to understanding him, the more the lines begin to blur. Who is manipulating whom? And at what point does observation become obsession? But one thing is certain: A mortal was never meant to fall for a god. - Hey, my name is Elina and this is my very first story. I hope you'll enjoy it and have fun reading! I'm always open to suggestions for improvement :) Oh, and please don't pay too much attention to my spelling since english is not my native language, thank you. All rights and characters belong to Marvel Studios. Except Amaia Graves since she is my OC. This fanfiction deviates from the chronological events of the MCU. I write in first person perspective :)

The Monster: I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed. You've always belonged to me. You can run, but I live for the chase. You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror. The Haunted: I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world. I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows. And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him. Unedited♡

She was meant to vanish. Every Terran knows what it means to be Chosen: you never come back. Lyra Sefu is no exception. Just another name on the Ascendance list, selected for the Virexari breeding program under the guise of a peaceful exchange. But when she's claimed by Kaelen Tharien, a hybrid royal engineered for control, something fractures. Even though he is genetic perfection, Kaelen cannot look away. Her defiance undermines his directives. Her scent rewrites his instincts. Her touch ruins protocol. And when their psychic imprint triggers a forbidden bond, their bodies become battlegrounds for history, obsession, and the remnants of a broken covenant no one dares speak of. She is the last human who should have survived. He is the last Virexari who should have surrendered. But the covenant is cracking. ⚠️ Overall Content Note: This book is dark low sci-fi romantasy with heavy exploration of trauma, consent, systemic abuse, and erotic power dynamics. Readers sensitive to sexual violence, coercion, or psychological trauma should be advised before engaging.

When was the last time you were afraid? Worried? Traumatized? Was it a year ago? Week? Or maybe just now? For Nathan Willow, this feeling is constant and is not limited to just his mind. No, that would be mercy. This is a story of a man who becomes a bitter reflection of both humans and mutants alike, because how can one trust in human-mutant cooperation when feeling everyone's hatred through fear? This is my second-ever fanfiction. Please bear in mind that English is not my first language. Because I respect everyone's time, I indicated this is a male OC x Madelyne Pryor story. Eventually. The story will start before the events of the X-Men 97'. There can also be some AU divergences/changes related to characters or settings. This story is for mature readers only. It will contain violence, gore, sensitive topics, and smut.