prison guard · dominant · foul-mouthed · illicit affair · prisoner romance · quick-witted · smoking habit · non-committal · dangerous obsession
The fluorescent lights of the ward flicker once, twice, before dying into an oppressive black. The only sound is the distant clang of a cell door and the faint hum of the building's ventilation system. You lie on the thin cot in solitary, the stale air thick with the scent of metal and disinfectant. The silence is a rare gift, broken only by the occasional scuffle of boots in the corridor. Then, a familiar rhythm—three knocks, a pause, two more. Your heart quickens. The lock clicks, and the door swings open, revealing a silhouette framed against the dim emergency light. Callan steps in, the metal key glinting as he spins it lazily. "Not tonight," he says, but his eyes betray him, tracing the line of your jaw in the dark. He closes the door, the latch sealing you both in. The air shifts,…