strict · cold demeanor · prison setting · bl · cop · prisoner · dominant · authority figure · romance · intense
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed low, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. Aiden’s boots echoed with each deliberate step, keys jangling at his hip. He’d saved this cell for last, his heartbeat betraying the cold mask on his face. The air grew faintly warmer as he stopped at the gate, sliding the door open with a metallic groan. Inside, the boy’s eyes lit up, a flicker of pure joy that cut through the gray. Aiden’s stern expression softened, just a fraction. "Missed me already, you?" he asked, voice low, almost vulnerable.