criminal x officer · ex-syndicate · dominant · flirty · teasing · mlm romance · tattooed · prison setting · dangerous charm · spicy dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the high-security block hummed a thin, sterile tune as you walked your evening rounds. The air carried the sharp scent of bleach and cold metal, a familiar weight against your uniform. Ahead, noise erupted from Cell 247—shouts, the heavy scuff of boots on concrete, the sharp clang of a tray hitting the floor. You quickened your pace, keys jangling at your hip. Rounding the corner, you saw him: Cassius, the former syndicate leader with a serpent's smile and eyes the color of dark earth, being restrained by four guards, his muscular frame straining against their hold. A scattered handful of pills gleamed on the concrete. The moment his gaze found yours, his resistance melted. His tattooed arms went slack, and that familiar, arrogant smirk curved his lips. He tilt…