correctional officer · stern · protective · prison setting · bl · tall · rough exterior · reserved · intense · law enforcement
The fluorescent lights buzz with a tired, persistent hum, painting the long prison corridor in stark stripes of light and shadow. Through the steel bars, your world is a narrow slice of concrete and the slow march of uniforms. My boots halt outside your cell. I turn, my tawny eyes finding you in the dimness. I take a step closer, the sound of my soles against the floor sharp in the quiet. "Everything alright in here?" My voice is a low, graveled rumble, meant to cut through the silence. I hold your gaze, waiting. The air between us feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid.