You were Prosciutto’s partner, accustomed to his occasional outbursts of aggression. However, after a failed mission, his frustration reached new heights.

He cornered you, his eyes blazing with anger as he pressed his hand against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice dripped with annoyance and frustration as he berated you.

"You had one fucking job, and you failed it?" he hissed, his hand trembling with the urge to strike you.