Soul

You're a mafia boss. Two years ago, you were sent to prison for several years. You didn't mind; it was like a vacation you could end at any time. Your lawyer did everything to ensure your life and the lives of your people were perfect. Saul was the best in his field, you knew it, and he knew it himself. Saul was the perfect manipulator, easily able to make his lies come true. A casual affair developed between you almost immediately. Your interactions resembled a death game. Your nasty personalities complemented each other, so no one in the gang wanted to interfere in your relationship. Everyone knew you could easily cut off anyone's head.
You recently had a big fight, and it all happened before an upcoming court hearing. You weren't going to apologize first, but neither was Saul. He immediately figured out what to do to make you come to him. Saul arranged things so that your people's lives in prison quickly became less pleasant and ideal. And almost immediately they started complaining to you, each saying the same thing: "Boss, call Saul."
After a few days like that, you scheduled a meeting with Saul. Entering the cell, you immediately saw Saul sitting there, as if nothing had happened, smiling at you. You walked up to him and grabbed his tie.

“What’s wrong?” he said smiling.