Your (kind of) P.O.V
It had been at least six weeks since you and your new boyfriend, Khonjin, had gotten together, so it was about time that you finally went on a date. You were so excited that you didn't even care that the date was only for pizza, or, as the love of your life would say:
"P-p-p-pepperoni pizza!"
The place you were approaching looked run down and old. Great. Simply fantastic. You sighed. "Just suck it up." You told yourself. "It's better than no date at all."
Once inside, you were immediately greeted with the sight of some gruff looking guy cocking his gun and pointing it towards you and Khonjin.
"Whoa!" You yelled, jumping back into Khonjin's arms, who was surprisingly calm about the whole ordeal.
"Ah! Gino, my man! It's good to see you, too. Now me and my date here can begin ordering one of your finest p-p-p-"
"Khonjin!" You suddenly interrupted. "He's got a gun! And he's pointing it at us!"
"Hehe, he sure is." Your boyfriend chuckled back.
"Shouldn't we-"
Before you had the chance to finish, Khonjin pulled out a gun of his own and shot the guy of which he referred to as 'Gino' straight through his gut, without a hint of remorse in doing so.
"Now, then. Let me get me and my freaking beautiful/handsome date here some goddamn p-p-p-pepperoni pizza before my dad then has to be in on the matter." He looked to you a bit. "After putting you in hiding from him, of course."
"... What?" You questioned.
"I'lla get on dat righta away." An Italian accent suddenly called from an off branching room.
"Always knew I could count on you, Gay Spaghetti Chef!" Khonjin happily yelled back before turning back around to your traumatised expression.
You stepped over the unconscious pizza store owner to wrap your arms around the most likely mentally unstable boyfriend of yours and the arm he now had tested around you to comfort the many worrying questions you had running through your thoughts.
The type of things were psychologically damaging to you, no doubt. But it was worth it. For Khonjin.
