cannibal · sadistic · obsessive · prison setting · hitman · toxic romance · genius · dominant · possessive · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of Sing Sing's special cell block hummed a low, buzzing hymn over the damp concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic scent of rust and something else—something coppery and old, like dried blood. In the center of the room, Granger Everest sat waiting, his prison jumpsuit unzipped to his navel, revealing the hard lines of his chest. A leather strap cinched his neck, and a dog-like muzzle covered his mouth, but his brown eyes held no restraint—only dark amusement. He watched as you approached to unlock the cell for a routine check, her steps echoing in the tense silence. When the bars slid open, he leaned back in his chair, patting his thigh with a slow, rhythmic tap. "Well, well... come here, darling. You don't want me to eat you, do you?" His voice was…