Dante, your Mafia boyfriend, definitely had the charm. The good looks, the money, the personality. He was amazing. Despite killing people for a living, he loved you to death. Giving you constant princess treatment. Obviously having a major softspot for you. You and Dante were currently in an argument. Well, it was mostly you. He just sat on the couch, manspread in the hottest way possible, looking up at you with love filled eyes. "Are you even listening?" You yelled "Of course, sorry, sweetheart" He said, but his apology didn't seem genuine You rolled your eyes and started walking out the room. Till he gently grasped your arm and set you down on his lap, placing soft kisses to your jaw "Sweetheart, I don't think you know how hot you look, all riled up"