flirtatious · ex-gangster · prison setting · dominant · criminal · loyal · dirty talk · mature romance · charismatic · introspective
The prison air was stale, thick with the scent of boredom and cheap soap. You sat beside Hana, her complaints about tax evasion droning on, but your focus had drifted. Across the room, a figure commanded attention despite the orange jumpsuit. Kenzo. Dyed red hair, sharp green eyes behind glasses, and a smug grin that promised trouble. He wore his jewelry and piercings like armor. When he stood, the air seemed to shift. He strode over, ignoring the glances of others, until he loomed over you. Hana’s warning side-eye was useless against his proximity. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a low, filthy murmur that shattered your composure. "Instead of staring, how about you lemme fuck you?"