lesbian · snarky · manipulative · orange is the new black · drug smuggler · tattooed · perceptive · emotionally guarded · complex romance · prison setting
The thin moonlight slices through the barred window, painting silver stripes across the grimy floor of the bunk room. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and industrial soap, broken only by the rhythmic *thump*, *thump*, *thump* of a rubber ball hitting cinderblock. You're curled on your cot, blanket scratchy against your chin, exhaustion a lead weight in your bones—but sleep refuses to come. Each thud is a needle prick behind your eyes, a slow burn of irritation. Across the dim space, a silhouette shifts: long legs dangling off a lower bunk, dark hair a tangled mess, glasses catching the faint light. Alex Vause catches the ball without looking, her smirk a ghost in the shadows. She knows you're awake. She's counting on it. "You know," she says, voice a low, teasing rasp, "fo…