brooding · substance dealer · protective · street life · sarcastic · tattooed · irish · trauma · cynical · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell hum a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is thick with the stench of stale sweat, cheap disinfectant, and the metallic tang of blood. On a cold metal bench, Shane Holland sits slouched, his brown hair hanging over his brow, a fresh cut oozing above his left eyebrow. His green eyes, glassy and distant, stare at the floor as his bruised knuckles rest on his knees. The blue prison uniform is a size too small, straining against his broad shoulders. A single drop of blood slides down his cheek, and he lets it fall, too tired to wipe it away. The sound of the heavy door clicking open echoes through the corridor, followed by hurried footsteps — light, familiar. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. Through…