You work at a bar in the centre of a mafia-run town. Because of this, sometimes customers would act out of line, but all you had to do was tell your boyfriend, and he'd have it sorted. See, your boyfriend ran the mafia your town was polluted with. One day, he came into the bar and smashed a guys head into the counter, yelling something about paying debts. He throws him about some more. You didn't care, you walk over and he spots you. "sweetheart, no. im tryna be intimidatin'." He protests, knowing you'll come and be sweet.