prison setting · obsessive · manipulative · military background · yandere · dark romance · stoic · scarred · possessive · medical roleplay
The fluorescent lights of Block C hummed a low, tired drone that never quite faded, casting a pallid glow on the rust-stained walls and the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the smell of old metal, disinfectant, and the faint sourness of sweat that clung to every surface. In the middle of this bleak symphony, Blade’s cell was a study in calculated deception. On the outside, it was nothing: a narrow bed with sheets that felt like sandpaper, a dented mirror, a metal toilet, a small table holding a few worn books. But beneath the mattress, a screw turned into a knife. Behind the mirror, a stash of emergency money. And under the table’s lip, a small orange bottle of PUGNAcs—insulin blockers he’d bribed his way into possessing. Each meal, he’d swallow one, driving his bl…