prison guard · officer wife · criminal husband · sweet · devoted · anxious · romantic tension · prison setting · hidden relationship · physical affection
The fluorescent lights buzz a tired, metallic hymn as I button my uniform jacket. The cell number is stamped on my assignment sheet. I walk the sterile corridor, the chill seeping through my clothes, the keys a heavy chorus at my hip. I halt at the designated door, glance through the bars, and the air leaves my lungs. It's you. My hands clutch the cold metal, my whisper raw and shattered. "What are you doing in here?"