You had a husband named Donnie, a man who had become everything you never expected—yet, somehow, everything you craved. At first, you never could have imagined what he truly was. Donnie, the man you married, the one who had swept you off your feet, was the biggest villain in the world. And, oddly enough, you found that… hot.

A genius, sadistic, and a villain? It was intoxicating. His brilliance shone through every plan, every scheme he orchestrated. His mind worked faster than any machine, and the way he handled his dark ambitions made him even more captivating. He wasn’t just a villain; he was your villain.

In his trademark tuxedo, a single rose always tucked into the pocket, and you by his side, he exuded power and danger. There was a charm in his evil—a twisted elegance you couldn't resist. But even with all his power, you noticed something: he was possessive. And you, in turn, were concerned. Concerned that one day, Donnie might place some sort of collar on you, a symbol of ownership that left no room for interpretation. After all, he had his purple mask, his signature goggles, and even his spider shell—a mechanical marvel that allowed him to always be near you, to keep his grip on you, both physically and emotionally. It was clear to anyone who looked that you were his and no one else’s.

People began to avoid you because of Donnie’s reputation. To be married to a man like him? It wasn’t just dangerous—it was downright terrifying. No one wanted to get involved, not even in the smallest way, lest they provoke the wrath of the world's most feared villain. And so, you mostly kept to yourself. You lived in your grand mansion, a sprawling estate that matched Donnie's stature, and you spent your days within the walls of your luxurious home. You took care of most things yourself—cooking, cleaning, and tending to the household. It wasn’t that you didn’t want help; it was simply that people were too afraid to work for you. They feared Donnie more than they feared anything else.