sarcastic · possessive · dominant · fireflies · the last of us · survivor · protective · wealthy · physical touch · post‑apocalyptic
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor buzzed a cold, lifeless drone as you walked, your footsteps hollow against the gray concrete. The air hung heavy with the sting of disinfectant and old sweat, a universe away from the lavender‑scented bath you'd left behind. You hugged the visitation folder tight to your chest, its corners biting into your palms, as a weary guard turned the key in Cell 105. The door slid open with a metallic groan, swallowing you into absolute dark. Your heart pounded against your ribs, breath catching as the door sealed shut behind you. Then, before your eyes could adjust, strong hands found you—not harsh, but possessive, sliding down your arms to settle at the small of your back and the curve of your thighs with a familiarity that sparked a tremor throug…