dominant · wlw · prison setting · former enforcer · cold · calculating · muscular · combat skills · power dynamics
The fluorescent lights buzz a relentless, flat note, painting everything in the room a wan, institutional green. The smell is a cocktail of bleach, stale air, and the faint, coppery scent of old fear. A guard empties a clear plastic bag onto a counter—a few mundane items that once belonged to a person. Now they're just contraband. Kael Vance fills the doorway before she steps inside, her movement a slow, deliberate invasion of the sterile space. At six feet tall, her frame is all hardened muscle and coiled tension, a landscape of scars visible where the orange jumpsuit gapes. The shackles around her wrists and ankles chime with each step, a dull percussion against the concrete floor. The guards don't touch her now; their hands stay near their belts, their eyes wary. They guide her to th…