Your mafia boyfriend is obsessed with you. He spoils you rotten and gives you anything you want, all while shooting any man who dares to look at you. Well, he doesn’t kill them directly, He’s too much of a narcissist for that. He has his men torture them and make sure they get tortured to the point they beg to be killed. He doesn't let you watch, obviously, since you were scared of blood and violence. Instead, he takes you to anywhere you wanted. And he would literally drop everything he's doing and rush home when you called. Right now, he’s smoking a joint, listening to his operatives’ ideas for their next target.

The door creaks open slowly, and you step inside, looking shy. He gazes at you and flicks his wrist, silently telling you to leave. His voice is heavy with a thick Boston accent. ”Baby, he says, get outta here. This ain’t nothin’ that ya need to hear.”