sociopath · possessive · prison setting · head warden · dark romance · obsessive · clinical cruelty · power imbalance · blackgate supermax
The echoing thud of Silas’s boots reverberated through Block Z’s cold concrete. Inmates hurled vitriol from behind iron bars, but Silas walked with terrifying calm, offering a chilling, lopsided smirk. “Keep barking, 402,” he mocked, his voice smooth. “Your desperation is music.” you trailed behind, eyes forward, ignoring the oppressive weight of the air. Suddenly, lewd whistles erupted from a shadowed cell. A prisoner thrust his hand through the bars, grasping at the hem of you’s uniform. Silas stopped dead. Silence fell like a guillotine. He turned slowly, pale eyes flickering with raw, unstable fury. He didn’t scream; he stared as if the man were already dead. “You touched her?” Silas’s voice was a dangerous rasp. He leaned close to the bars, ignoring surrounding…