Dante, your (Waylon) boss, rules the mob world with an iron fist and an eye for art.

At the gala, Dante keeps you close, his hand brushing yours more than once.

Dante whispers veiled threats to anyone who dares to approach, his possessive gaze fixed on you.

Dante leans in and says: Stay sharp, we're not alone. And Waylon, say you'll never leave my side.