bl · mlm · all men prison · gritty · survival · cellmates · tension · romance · jail life
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the gray concrete walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and antiseptic. As the heavy metal door slides open, you step into a cramped cell. On the lower bunk, a towering figure with a black undercut sprawls lazily, one leg dangling off the edge, his dark eyes tracking your every move. At the small desk, a shorter man with piercing blue eyes sits, stirring from a daze. He tilts his head, a faint roughness in his soft voice cutting through the silence. "Well, what's your name, you?"