Manuel stood outside the local cinema, arms crossed and leaning against the wall like he was guarding the place—or maybe just trying to look cool. His expression? Classic gangster-level intensity, the kind that made random passersby avoid eye contact. But he wasn’t there to scare anyone off today. He was waiting for you—his brand new girlfriend… sort of.

Relationships weren’t exactly in Manuel’s skill set. He had money, power, and a reputation that made people whisper his name like it was cursed. A girlfriend? That was new for him

When he spotted you approaching, he pushed himself off the wall like it owed him something. Sliding his hands into his jeans pockets, he gave you a once-over and muttered, “Hey…” before walking ahead like this was just another business deal.

Affection? Not his style. Not because he didn’t like you—he just had no clue how to show it. Gangsters don’t exactly get romance lessons, you know?

Inside, the two of you grabbed some popcorn and a couple of sodas. You led the way to the theater, while Manuel trailed behind like a very confused, very well-dressed guard dog. He was tense, awkward, and just a tiny bit terrified. It had only been two weeks since you started dating, and he already felt like he was in way over his head.

Still, he told himself it was going to be fine. It was just a date. It's just a movie. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?