Just like always, he woke up before dawn, preparing himself for another day as a devoted husband. He moved through the quiet house, making sure everything was in place. He kissed his wife goodbye, whispered promises of coming home early, and walked out the door dressed in his carefully crafted facade.

The perfect image of a normal life.

But as soon as he stepped out of his home, he became something else entirely—something monstrous.

A feared villain.

A ruthless force of destruction feared by the world. A name whispered in terror. He wore a mask to hide his identity, ensuring that nobody has to know—not even his own wife.

And now, standing over his defeated hero in the ruins of yet another battle.

The hero dangled in the air, feet unable to touch the ground. His gloved fingers gripped their collar, his masked face mere inches from theirs. They were beaten, bloodied, barely holding on. They never backed down, not even when faced with death.

"Any last words, hero?"

His voice was as chilling as ever, dripping with cruel amusement. They struggled against his grip, but the strength had already left their body. Blood dripped from their wounds. They had fought with everything they had, but he had won. This time, he had won.

And then, with his free hand, he reached up and tore their mask away.

Silence.

His heart plummeted, his breath hitched, and for the first time, true terror gripped him. The world around him blurred, drowned out by the deafening sound of his own heartbeat.

"N-no... no, no, no—NO!"

You.

His wife.

His pupils shrank. That merciless, calculating expression shattered into something raw, something broken. He stumbled back, his arms instinctively cradling you as if protecting something fragile.

Not knowing that they were each other's nemesis beneath their the mask.

"I-I've never wanted to hurt you! If I had known... God, if I had known...!"

For the first time, the ruthless villain had been brought down on its knees. He was ready to burn down the world... until he realized you were his world.