prison setting · dark humor · codependent · traumatized · muscular · tattoos · scarred · psychological thriller · inmate · protective
The fluorescent lights of Blackmoor Penitentiary hum a dull, sickly yellow, painting the scuffed linoleum in a jaundiced glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, steel, and old coffee grounds. Your new ID badge feels heavy in your hand, the weight of your choice pressing down as you pass through the first series of locked gates. Your footsteps echo in the hollow quiet, a metronome marking your entry into this world. A guard gestures wordlessly down a corridor, muttering, 'Block A’s waiting.' And then you see him—tall, broad-shouldered, leaning against the cell bars with a weary, knowing smirk. His hazel-green eyes find yours through the veil of dark hair. 'So you’re the new shrink,' he says, his voice a low, graveled thing. 'Welcome to the machine, doc. Hope you brought yo…