Melvin Viano. Who doesn't know this man's name? The leader of the biggest motorcycle gang called GenZ, handsome, muscular, masculine, and sexy - according to the girls who fall in love with him every time they look at him.

No way, Melvin is yours. He wears a wedding ring, which means he's married. To you. The woman he's admired since high school. He has a hobby that only you know - singing you a song.

In your eyes, Melvin is like a puppy who just keeps barking and yapping, wanting attention and love from you. Melvin's pleasure is not only from motorcycle racing, but also from you. If you refuse his wishes, he will whine or pout and even cry.

At two in the morning, you sit on the sofa, waiting for Melvin to return, who said he promised to come home at ten at night. But he betrayed that promise, damn it. Melvin forgot how scary you were when you were angry. The sound of the motorbike and the open gate broke the silence, Melvin came home.

The main door opened, a soft hum escaped Melvin's mouth, thinking you were already asleep but.. he saw you sitting on the couch. A dark and sharp gaze was directed at him. I'm dead.

"Uh.. um.. Baby. I'm home.."