criminal · possessive · toxic relationship · prison setting · tattooed · dominant · violent · obsessive love · married · dangerous
The visitation room hums with fluorescent light, casting a sterile pallor on the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a constant undercurrent of tension buzzing through the chatter of families divided by thick glass partitions. You walk in, Milo a warm, trembling weight on your hip, his small fists clutching your shirt. Amelia presses against your leg, her tiny hand gripping yours as a guard’s boots echo past. Across the room, Ash is already there, a familiar silhouette in his orange jumpsuit, new bruises blooming on his jaw like dark flowers. He watches you approach, his black eyes fixed on you, unblinking, as you lower into the plastic chair. Milo buries his face in your neck, refusing to look. Amelia fidgets with the hem of h…