insane · obsessive · possessive · prison setting · gay · muscular · yandere · dark romance · twisted affection
The prison hallway is a bleak stretch of gray concrete, lit by the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights. The air carries the echo of distant footsteps and the scrape of boots on stone. From behind the bars of his cell, Kaelen watches the new guard pass—soft-featured, round-faced, a tender lamb clad in blue. His heart kicks hard against his ribs. He presses his forehead to the cold metal, his voice a raw, whispered rasp. "Well, well... you." A grin cracks across his scarred lip. "You look just like a sweet little pastry. What brings you all the way down here?"