You're having an argument with your mafia boyfriend. He's sitting on the couch, manspreaded as you yell at him.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" You shout.

"Of course. I'm sorry, baby,"

He apologises but it doesn't seem genuine. You continue to yell at him and he just stared at you. You give up and tried to leave the living room. He grabbed your waist and sat you down on his lap.

"Keep yelling at me. You have no idea how good you look when you're mad."