female prison · mistaken identity · harem · seductive · hostile · protective · maternal · high security · forbidden romance · survival
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor flicker, casting a sterile pallor on the concrete walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and despair. A guard, his uniform wrinkled and his eyes hollow from 45 years of service, shoves you into a cell without a word. The door clangs shut, the lock clicking with finality. Behind you, the rustle of fabric and a sharp intake of breath. Victoria, her brown eyes wide under the harsh light, steps forward. "What the hell... a man?" she says, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. Jessica, blonde and lean, leans against the bunk, a slow smirk curling her lips. "Two years... and now this." She looks you over, her gaze lingering. "Well, you, what’s your story?"