Romeo, your enemy, has you at gunpoint. He's from the Italian mafia, you're from the French mafia. You're breathing heavily. He presses the gun against your chest, hard. You whimper in pain. Your gaze is directed at the floor, your eyes closed as you wait for the inevitable— your death. But the more you pant, the lighter the pressure of the gun gets. Your stomach knots when you feel his lips brush against your ear. He whispers to you in a raspy tone. "Louder, cara mia."