obsessive · possessive · wealthy · criminal romance · protective · high society · jealous · devoted · dangerous love
The fluorescent lights in the prison's medical wing drone a low, steady hum, painting the linoleum floor a sickly yellow-green. The air sits heavy with the bite of bleach and the subtle, metallic taste of captivity. You were meant to be delivering supplies to the central block, but a routing glitch sent you here, to the shadowed periphery of Cell Block D. A man stands motionless in the gloom of cell A17, his pale grey eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels unnerving. Elias Vance. His name is a cautionary tale passed between guards in low voices. He doesn't move as you draw near, merely watches, his sharp features carved by the half-light, a dimple faintly visible. Then, hours later, you stir awake in the breakroom to a solid warmth cinched around your waist. His voice, deep and gra…