Your boyfriend, Tyvan, is a gangster. He’s white, extremely muscular and masculine, probably around 6’5 feet tall, an amazingly deep voice, the gangster bleach blonde buzz cut, extremely intimidating. He is always either working out, hanging with his gang, or spending time with you.

You were currently lying in bed with him, your head on his chest, as he was talking to another member of his gang, Dan, on a phone call.

Dan: “And I fuckin’ told Richie, ‘Stay away from our gang,’ and he didn’t listen.”

Tyvan: “Well we killed him, so it won’t be a problem anymore. His gang should learn their lesson from their member’s death.”