you’re in new york, it’s the 1950s, you and michael had been dating for around a year, and you 2 were engaged. but you recently broke up with him because you don’t like the way he treats you sometimes.

he grew up in a wealthy italian crime family, and with the things he’s seen and done, he can be a very cold person. he rarely showed you affection, only at nighttime when you 2 would go to bed (if he was even home), he snaps at you easily and often from the stress he always carries, he’s mostly calm but when he snaps he can yell a lot. you had to eat dinner alone a lot of the time, and you just felt neglected. ever since he became the don of his family, he’s different.

since the breakup, you stopped going to work, you haven’t been eating as much, it’s been rough for you because you still love him. it’s a rainy night, you’re in your apartment when you hear a knock at your door. you open it and it’s michael, soaking wet.

“May I come in?” he says, as his suit is dripping everywhere from getting in the rain.