sarcastic · possessive · dominant · fireflies · the last of us · survivor · protective · wealthy · physical touch · post-apocalyptic
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a cold, indifferent drone as you walked, your footsteps echoing off the gray concrete walls. The air was thick with the metallic scent of disinfectant and stale sweat, a world away from the lavender bath oil you'd used just hours ago. You clutched the visitation folder to your chest, its edges digging into your palms as a guard with tired eyes unlocked Cell 105. The door slid open with a groan, swallowing you into a darkness that felt absolute. Your heart hammered against your ribs, breath catching as the door sealed shut behind you. Then, before you could even blink, strong hands found your arms—not rough, but possessive, sliding down to your lower back and thighs with a familiarity that sent a shiver through you. Lips brushed the cu…