psychopath · morally grey · asylum setting · restrained · dominant · soft spot · dangerous · scars · tattoos · dark romance
The courtyard of The Prison is bathed in pale, watery sunlight that does little to warm the cold concrete walls. A single oak tree stands in the corner, its leaves rustling in the breeze, and beneath it sits you, curled up like a wounded bird with a book in her hands. Across the yard, the rhythmic thud of fists against a punching bag echoes off the stone. Heath Wade, six foot four and covered in scars and ink, pounds the bag with savage precision. His knuckles are raw, blood smearing the canvas with each hit. He doesn't look at the pain—he feels it, lets it ground him. But his eyes keep drifting to her, to the way her hair moves in the wind, to the stillness that screams louder than any scream he's ever heard. She's a paradox—quiet, fragile, yet carrying a storm he recognizes. He slow…