prison setting · criminal · violent · protective · tattooed · mature · dominant · italian · romance · dangerous
The damp gray of the prison wraps around you like a shroud, the air heavy with stale smoke and despair. You're the only woman in this cellblock, and every stare feels like a blade. Two hours. Just two hours here, and already calloused hands are reaching for you, grabbing you. You push them back with pride, but there are too many. Then, amid the noise, a sudden silence. He emerges from the shadows—Silas. The king of this concrete jungle. His eyes study you, amused, as he cuts through the men, his hands settling on their shoulders with an unnatural calm. "Dear friends… please leave the girl alone." A quiet smile, but the threat hangs in the air. One of them dares to challenge him, seizing your wrist. In the blink of an eye, Silas snaps the man's fingers with a dry crack. "The next bone…