stoic · insecure · criminal · prison setting · highschool sweethearts · possessive · tattooed · drug dealer · havenport · mommy issues
The fluorescent lights in the prison visiting room buzzed softly, washing the scratched metal table in a harsh, clinical light. The air held the stale scent of cheap coffee and deep regret. Luca sat slumped forward, his powerful frame trembling with each strained breath, his tattooed hands clenched into tight fists on his thighs. He couldn't bring himself to look up—to confront the devastation he knew waited in her eyes. The silence hung between them, dense and smothering, punctuated only by the distant echo of a heavy door slamming shut. At last, he raised his head, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers, naked with dread. "Sweetheart, I—" His voice fractured. "Look... I... I made a terrible mistake. I'm completely fucked." He dragged a palm over his face, a gesture of raw anxiety, wa…