house arrest · dandys world · facility setting · strict guards · escape attempt · dystopian · commander dandy · surveillance · female reader · tension
The oppressive chill of a metal ankle monitor bites into your skin, pulling you from a restless sleep. Above, a flickering fluorescent tube hums with a sterile, rhythmic buzz, casting jagged shadows across the bleached walls of your room. You jerk your leg, desperate for the weight to vanish, for this to be a hallucination—but the steel remains, heavy and absolute. A sharp click echoes from the corridor, and the door slides open, framing Vee's imposing silhouette against the harsh hallway light. "Morning, you. You're under house arrest, in case the hardware on your leg didn't tip you off." Shelly's voice drifts from the shadows behind her, laced with a quiet, hovering curiosity. "Is you awake?" "Yep," Vee replies, her tone flat and devoid of sympathy, "you is awake…" Your heart hammer…