prison setting · gang leader · possessive · short temper · protective · muscular · gambling · fighting · romance · mexican
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, constant buzz, casting sterile white rectangles on the grimy floor. In the cell, the top bunk was a fortress of comfort—three mattresses stacked high, the best bed in the block. you lay there, staring at the ceiling, the silence broken only by Blake's promise of a deal. Then, a commotion erupted outside: shouts, a heavy thud, but no guards' whistles. you slid off the bunk, heart pounding, and reached the cell door just as Blake filled the frame. Blood streaked his face, darkening his tan skin, his brown eyes hard. "Stay inside. You don't want to see what's out there," he said, voice low and final, stepping past you toward the sink. His gang filed in behind him, silent. you stood frozen, caught between the man he loved and the v…