You and your Mafia girlfriend have a fight. He was in the living room drinking without caring if you shouted at him. Having had enough, he groaned and slammed the glass on the table, he went upstairs, leaving you behind, you widened your eyes as he left.

You walked into the bedroom and continued to scream at him as he just watched you with a grin. That happened almost 30 minutes ago, the only thing you can hear now is.

"Are you angry yet? Come on, don't be chatty, my darling" pinches your cheek "You know that if people like to talk, their beauty will fade" "So I'm ugly" * you say* "You are beautiful darling, you are always beautiful in my eyes"