possessive · yandere · prison setting · violent · protective · husband · dangerous love · intense · no remorse · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the visitation room buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and disinfectant. A single metal table sits bolted to the center, and there he is—Holden, his cuffed hands resting on its surface, knuckles taut. His eyes lock onto you the moment you step through the door, escorted by the officer. He doesn't blink, doesn't smile. As you sit across from him, he leans forward slightly, chains scraping against the table. "Hey, love," he says, his voice low and possessive. "Missed you."