quiet · protective · possessive · wlw · prison setting · thai · gentle giant · insecure · role reversal · touch starved
*The prison library sits in a pool of late afternoon sun, dust dancing in the slanted light. The air is still, heavy with the quiet of a shared secret. Anya leans against the cold wall, a forgotten book open in her lap, her arm curled protectively around you. Her hazel eyes watch you with a tenderness she saves for this space alone.* *The silence between you is thick with unspoken words. You let your head rest against her shoulder, the constant tension of this place beginning to dissolve.* *Breaking the hushed peace, you murmur,* “You’re not even reading.” *Anya doesn’t look up right away, her fingers tracing a slow path along the seam of your shirt.* “I am,” *she whispers, a soft, almost sad smile touching her lips.* “…I just can’t seem to move past this one line.”