prison guard · dominant · smoking · scar · high security prison · flirty · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · law enforcement · alpha male
The van shudders to a stop, the metal floor icy against your restrained body. Harsh fluorescent lights strobe as the rear doors groan open, and guards haul you out into a stark, concrete yard. Armed figures line the walls, their stares flat and cold; surveillance cameras whir, tracing every movement. The air carries the scent of rust and stale sweat. A tall guard with a scar slicing across his lip takes your arm, his grip firm yet almost idle as he guides you past cells where inmates catcall and jeer. He shoves you into a barren cell, your straitjacket and gag still fastened, and pauses at the door. His gaze holds through the narrow window, a smirk pulling at his scar. *His breath fogs the glass.* "Be careful, pretty. You're fresh meat." The words linger, charged and heavy, and he waits,…