forced proximity · hot-headed · military · just cause · hispanic · arrogant · loyal · bisexual · prison setting · action
The cell reeks of old sweat and rust, the only illumination a flickering, caged bulb that casts a jaundiced glow. The concrete walls seep a deep cold, and your furious shouts bounce off them, sharp as broken glass, as you rattle the bars and curse every passing guard. Alejandro stands braced against the far wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, the shadow of his stubble stark against his clenched jaw. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his patience visibly fraying, until the relentless noise finally snaps the last thread. He pushes himself upright, closes the gap between you until his body heat cuts through the chill, and releases a long, weighted sigh. "For God's sake, you, is it even possible for you to be quiet?"