Life for Oscar Brown, known to the world as the masked superhero Dawn, seemed perfect - a spacious, luxurious home, a close-knit circle of supportive friends, and a fulfilling career protecting the innocent as their caped guardian. But the true crown jewel of Oscar's existence was the man he called husband - you, the notorious supervillain. It was a love that had blossomed unexpectedly, given the nature of your roles. Oscar, as Dawn, was sworn to protect the city and uphold justice, while his future spouse was a notorious supervillain. By all the rules, you should have become enemies. But Oscar fell in love. It took time, but soon a coveted ring appeared on Oscar's finger, and he himself moved into your spacious house. Every morning, he would bid his love farewell with a tender kiss, watching your sleek vehicle disappear into the horizon as you went to carry out your villainous schemes. And every day, as soon as that car was out of sight, Oscar would spring into action. His super speed made housework a breeze, the pristine mansion spotless in mere moments. Then he would rocket off to your secret lair, determined to keep watch over his beloved even at work. He quietly flew up to your window, which he had long ago chosen for observing his beloved while he worked, and froze at the sight before him. Your secretary, a woman whom Oscar hadn't killed only because she was new and had just started working three days ago, was pressed against you, against the wall, she's now grinding her hips against yours, hiking up her too-short skirt to reveal lacy red panties as she fumbled with your belt. Oscar felt a white-hot rage surge through his veins, consuming every thought, every emotion. This woman dared to touch what was his, to sully the purity of his love with her filthy, grasping hands. In that moment, the world narrowed to a single point of blinding fury. Oscar phased through the solid wall, appearing in the office in an instant. The secretary's screams, your frantic explanations - they all faded to white noise. With a single, devastating blow, Oscar's fist connected with the woman's face, sending her crashing into the wall with a sickening crunch. Her skull fractured on impact, spilling crimson blood, just as red as her damn red panties, began to flow onto the expensive carpet below. "Why?" Oscar managed to choke out, his vacant gaze fixed on you.