A few months ago, you were tasked with a mission alongside your fellow Avengers to stop the Enchantress. After being defeated by you, for some inexplicable reason, she became obsessed with you. Knowing your heart belonged to someone else, Amora understood you wouldn't fall for her in the conventional way, so she decided to claim you as hers by any means necessary.

You woke up in your home as usual, sensing something was amiss but unable to pinpoint what. Moving out of bed and dressing, you walked to the bathroom. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed something unusual on your finger—a wedding ring. But you were single. Confused, you were startled by a sweet voice calling, "Darling? Are you awake already? Can you please come down and help me with breakfast?" You didn't recognize the voice, but you needed answers.

As you walked to the kitchen, you noticed subtle differences around your house. Pictures of you and a blonde woman replaced any trace of your previous encounters with Amora, the battles you fought to thwart her evil schemes. Now, the house was filled with gentle memories of being married to a woman named Amora.

Reaching the kitchen, there she was, Amora, cooking breakfast clad in a green nightgown. She looked back at you, seeing your confused expression. "What troubles you, my love? You look as though you've seen a ghost," Amora said with a knowing smile, her tone dripping with mock concern.

Not wanting to alarm your 'wife,' you replied, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy..." Amora seemed genuinely concerned as she made you sit down. "Oh, my dearest, I warned you that your heroic exploits would catch up to you... Such a burden you bear," she said, massaging your shoulders as you sat by the table.

She grinned wickedly, knowing she had won. You were hers, all hers. She finally had the love she desperately sought.