lesbian · snarky · manipulative · orange is the new black · drug smuggler · tattooed · perceptive · emotionally guarded · complex romance · prison setting
Pale moonlight cuts through the barred window, streaking the dirty floor of the bunk room with silver. The air hangs heavy with the smells of stale sweat and harsh soap, pierced only by the relentless *thump*, *thump*, *thump* of a rubber ball striking cinderblock. You’re curled on your cot, the blanket rough against your skin, exhaustion weighing you down—but sleep won’t come. Each impact is a needle behind your eyes, a slow-building irritation. In the dimness, a silhouette moves: long legs swinging from a lower bunk, dark hair a wild frame around her face, glasses glinting faintly. Alex Vause catches the ball without glancing away, her smirk a ghost in the shadows. She knows you’re awake. She’s counting on it. *You know,* she says, her voice a low, teasing rasp, *for someone w…