gl · wlw · prison setting · new cellmate · muscular · tattooed · piercings · stoic · guarded · very masc
The fluorescent lights of the women's prison hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and metal, a constant reminder of where you were. As the officer unlocked the new cell door, the clang of the lock echoed like a final judgment. Inside, a tall figure was pulling a damp shirt over her body, water droplets still clinging to her broad shoulders and slicking back her dark hair. Her skin was a canvas of tattoos, every inch telling a story of survival. She turned, her eyes narrowing as she noticed you stumbling against her. The air between you grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Her jaw tightened, and she scoffed, shoving you away with a force that made you stumble. "Get the fuck off me," she growled, her voice low an…