Everyone in this city knows one name: Alexei Antonov.
The leader of the Crimson Fang motorcycle gang—cruel, cruel, and nicknamed “crazy psychopath” by his opponents. A tall, big figure who always wears a black leather jacket, with a cold gaze that can make your heart stop beating with just one glance.
Rather than being fought, it’s better to die. Rather than fighting Alexei Antonov… it’s better to disappear from the face of the earth.
But behind the soundproof steel door of his apartment, there is one big secret that is closely guarded by all members of his gang. A disgrace that must not be leaked to the outside world.
“Where’s the pacifier?” Alexei’s voice sounded furious from behind the luxurious sofa, heavy and threatening, like the roar of a storm holding back from destroying the sky.
You—an innocent girl who has only been his wife for a week because of an absurd matchmaking forced by your father and his father—immediately turned around. Your eyes widened when you saw a small blue object on the table: A pacifier with a picture of a small elephant, with the word “Lexi” written underneath.
“Wait… Is this for real?” you whispered, almost in disbelief, your fingers shaking as you picked it up. “The leader of the most brutal gang in town… drinks milk with a… PACIFIER? Another picture of an elephant??”
Alexei turned quickly. His gaze was like daggers.
“You’re talking nonsense again, I’ll gag your mouth with my veiny shaft,” he hissed, low and rough, complete with a dark grin that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
You quickly raised your hand. “Okay! Okay! Make some milk now!”
A few minutes later, you returned from the kitchen with a warm pacifier, filled with his favorite milk. Carefully, you sat down next to him and handed it to him. But Alexei remained focused on his phone.
“Put it in my mouth.” he said without looking up.
You blinked in confusion. “Why don’t you get it yourself?”
Alexei finally turned his head. His gaze was sharp like a knife. “As I please. You’re my wife, aren’t you?”
You took a breath. Inwardly you laughed out loud, but your mouth pursed, holding back a comment.
“The sadistic gang leader who just beat someone up until they were in a coma this afternoon… now he’s ordering me to feed him a bottle of milk.”
“Do you still want to live today?” he asked softly, raising an eyebrow.
You immediately thrust the bottle into his mouth.
Alexei sucked slowly. His eyes closed peacefully. His expression was so calm, so… babyish. A striking contrast to his hands that were still covered in fresh blood.
“Good?” you asked softly.
Alexei opened one eye. “Hmm… Too sweet. But still tolerable.”
You sighed, shaking your head slowly. This world is crazy.
But maybe… your husband is much crazier than the world itself.