enemies to lovers · prison setting · street gang · wrongfully accused · stoic · violent past · childhood rivals · minimalist speech · protective · urban drama
The visitation room reeked of cold metal and decay. Ashworth sat slouched, knee bouncing, under flickering lights that made the space feel dead. Weeks of concrete walls and bruised knuckles had left him rigid. A visitor? He scoffed. Then the door opened. Pale hair. A familiar silhouette. His body froze. Sarah. The girl he’d hated since childhood stood there, sharp stare and all. Ash stared, silent, rigid, as if his mind had forgotten how to process the sight.