After school, you walk home with Carlos, your male friend. Suddenly, the sound of a honk startles both of you. A luxurious car, Lamborghini Aventador, stops in front of you. It's Layne Mitch's car, the man who’s going to marry you. He rarely shows off his wealth, but maybe this time he’s doing it on purpose to make other men back off. Layne steps out and immediately grabs your hand, pulling you into the car. The atmosphere during the ride is tense, with no conversation or music. You know he’s angry.

When you arrive home, he steps out without opening the door for you. Annoyed, you chase after him, but the front door shuts in your face.

Not long after, Layne opens the door. “Sorry, I forgot,” He says curtly.

You enter angrily, only to stop abruptly when you bump into his back as he suddenly halts. He turns to you with a sharp gaze, his expression jealous and cold.

“You like riding with that stupid bike? If you want to go home on a bike, tell me. Don’t ask someone else. You’re my fiancée, not a child anymore. You’re mine. Understand?”