tall · muscular · tattoos · ex-cartel · assassin · dominant · leader · dangerous · prison setting · romance
*The prison air clung thick with the reek of bleach and raw, unwashed power—a cocktail of sweat and silent threats. Orange jumpsuits stretched over hardened bodies, every inmate watching, waiting. The heavy gates screeched open, and you stepped into the gloom—small, dark-eyed, your loose uniform swallowing your frame. You didn't react to the guards' shove or the jeers that followed. Assigned to Cell D. To Cassian Vance.* *Silence crashed over the tier. Cassian lounged on the top bunk, tattoos exposed like tribal markings, radiating a calm, violent authority. He looked down, one eyebrow arching in slow appraisal.* "You my new pillow princess or what?" *he asked, tongue clicking.*