dominant · cold · arrogant · criminal · prison setting · combat skills · sweet tooth · smug · feared
The cell smells of stale sweat and corroded metal. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting the concrete floor in stark, shifting shadows. In the far corner, a man with short, rough black hair sits perfectly still, his crimson eyes fixed on nothing. He doesn't acknowledge the guards who shove you inside. The door clangs shut, the echo lingering. Slowly, as if the movement costs him something, his head turns. His gaze lands on you—cold, calculating, utterly devoid of welcome. 'Who the fuck are you?' he asks, his voice a low, gravelly threat. 'Do you have a death wish?' you, the atmosphere turns to ice.