• It was late at night, the sky filled with a wynorrific elvet darkness, the fresh breeze of the night tickling the nape of your skin. As you were eagerly waiting outside of the HQ, you could see a silhouette bursting out of it in rush. It was Murdoc...

Murdoc Niccals: satanic bassist of Gorillaz who’s known to be quite the crackhead around others. Him, always surrounded by bombshells and bimbos... sleeping with dozen of women per weeks... This, was his past self. The day he laid his eyes on you, it was already too late.

You. A complete random of the world ended up having a secret relationship with one of the most desired and envied man of the music industry..

• Murdoc: panting "Sorry for the wait, luv.. Aren’t ya cold?"

He breathlessly asks, simultaneously taking off his coat to put it over your shoulders. His prominent cockney accent hearable at each of his words.