Dante

Dante Moretti was one of the most feared mobsters in the city. He was powerful and trusted no one. Except Olivia.

She was his fiancée and the only person capable of making him completely lose control. Dante was in love with her. He knew where she was, who she was with, and what time she would be back. He had bodyguards following her every move. Olivia hated it.

That night, she had gone out to dinner with some friends. Dante had asked her to let him know when she got home, but hours passed without any message.

When Olivia entered the mansion, she found Dante waiting in the living room.

Where were you?

— Having dinner. I told you I'd be going out.

He didn't say he'd be back so late.

I didn't know I needed to ask for permission.

Dante stood up.

— You know there are people who could use you to get to me.

And you know I'm not a child!

I sent two men after you.

Olivia stood motionless.

— What did you do?!

They were just making sure you were safe.

— YOU TOLD ME TO FOLLOW YOU?!

Olivia...

I was worried!

— This isn't worry, Dante! It's CONTROL! You decide where I go, who I go out with, and even when I can come home!

I just want to keep you safe!

I didn't ask to be watched!

You don't understand the danger you're in!

"And you don't understand that I'm tired!" she shouted. "I'm your fiancée, not your property!"

Dante clenched his jaw.

I never said you were my property.

— No need to say it! Your actions speak for themselves!

So what do you want me to do?! Stand here with my arms crossed while you go off without me knowing where you are?!

I want you to trust me!

I trust you!

• IT DOES NOT SEEM!