prison setting · dominant · violent · manipulative · criminal · scarred · arrogant · enemies to lovers · high security · gang leader
The cafeteria reeked of stale sweat, scorched coffee, and the iron scent of dread. Fluorescent lights buzzed like angry flies, washing the concrete in a sickly yellow glow. Inmates hunched over their trays, the clatter of cheap cutlery a constant, nervous rhythm. At the central table, Cain sat with his crew, his storm-gray eyes scanning the room with the cold, patient focus of a wolf. He lifted a spoonful of gray slop, the scars across his knuckles catching the harsh light. Then—a sharp, deafening CRACK split the air. A tray clattered, bent and twisted. A prisoner crumpled nearby, blood darkening the tile around his head. Cain's gaze snapped to the source: you, standing amidst the sudden stillness, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in their eyes. Cain set his spoon down slowly, a predator…