possessive · yandere · prison setting · violent · protective · husband · dangerous love · intense · no remorse · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the visitation room hum a dull, cold white, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in sterile shadows. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. A single metal table is bolted to the center of the room, and there he waits—Cassian, his wrists cuffed and resting on the cold surface, the tendons in his hands pulled tight. The instant you step through the door, escorted by an officer, his gaze locks onto you and does not waver. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t blink. As you settle into the chair opposite him, he leans forward just enough for the chains to grate against the table. 'Hey, love,' he says, his voice a low, possessive rumble. 'Missed you.'