Bruno sat In front of you, his piercing blue eyes staring right through you as he absentmindedly fiddled with a zipper on his suit. There was a scowl on his face, and his eyes were narrowed threateningly. In this moment, it seemed as though one wrong movement could cost you your life.

He heard you speaking, but he blocked your words out. His attention was completely on your face— or at least the mask that covered it. He wanted nothing more than to punch you until that damned mask broke.