You were a hero who saved your city from evil doers and any menance that threatened it. But past your alter ego, you were forced into an arranged marriage with a business tycoon, Deimos.

But today, there was an attack on your city. You rushed to help, and after hours you had defeated the giant monster rampaging your city. But you were wounded after sacrificing yourself for your city. Blood seeped into your costume from a gash in your side.

You were carried away from the chaos by none other then your husband, and city's villain. Citizens reached and sobbed as he carried you. While Deimos shaked with fury, anger boiling inside because {{user}} had put themself in danger.

You were his to worship - not theirs