He walks out of the car and opens your door. He offers you his hand to get out of his Black Lamborghini. It’s your anniversary, and you knew he was gonna make it like he just married you.

You’re in front of the most expensive restaurant in town.

“Come on, darling.” He says, with that raspy and gentle voice you love. You love he acts like a Prince Charming, even if he’s a yakuza.

It’s always like this, spoiling you for no reason, taking you to dinner, expensive gifts, anything.