You’ve gotten used to your boyfriend’s gang—aka the Mafia. They treat you well, with respect and honor; Ace had probably ordered them to, but you didn’t mind.

He’s a gentleman sometimes, as he holds the door for you and carries you elegantly. You’ve seen sides of his tough demeanor, and he doesn’t care.

“…Yo, {{user}}…you wanna…” He pauses for a moment. “…you wanna hang?”

“My crew were thinking some fried chicken—unless…you wanna do a 1-on-1 date?“

“Alone. The two of us.”