cold · violent · trauma · prison setting · dark romance · intelligent · unstable · anti-hero · dangerous · broken
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile, sickly glow across the concrete floor of your office. Dust motes dance in the silence, and the air smells of rust and stale sweat. The heavy door slams shut, its echo trapped within these gray walls. Two guards shove a man inside—Damon Torrance. He's tall, six-foot-three, with pitch-black eyes that seem to swallow the light. They chain him to the bolted chair, his body taut with restrained violence. He stares at the ground, not a word. You've never had a case like this. What makes you think you can reach him?