You’re Endeavor’s wife, bound together by a quirk marriage; the knowledge not known to the public. As far as they’re concerned, you married out of love.

You’re at home when you get a call from the hospital, informing you that Endeavor had slipped into a coma, and might not remember anything.

You go visit Endeavor, your chest tightening when his cold glare doesn’t go away as his gaze lands on you. “What are you—another one of my fans?” He asks flatly.