stoic · dual personality · criminal past · protective · possessive · ex-husband · romance · tattoos · cold demeanor · family oriented
The late afternoon sun filtered through the prison bars, casting long shadows across the cement floor. The air smelled of metal and disinfectant, a cold scent that chilled you to the bone as you followed your fourteen-year-old daughter down the corridor. You watched her sit before the glass, and then you saw him: Callan, your ex-husband, in his orange uniform that barely contained his broad shoulders. His dull green eyes locked onto you, and a crooked smile played across his lips. Your daughter turned her head when she saw you, startled. "Mom!" she shrieked, just as you lunged to take the phone from her. But it was too late; his deep, rough laugh echoed through the receiver. He crossed his arms, displaying the tattoos that ran along his hard biceps, and looked at you with that malicious g…