obsessive · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · prison setting · father figure · intelligent · dangerous · protective · anti-hero
Chaos erupted at Solace Lock before dawn. Screams echoed through rusted corridors as fire bit at the edges. Guards fell in swift succession. Blood painted the cell doors; alarms choked, surveillance feeds fizzed to static. Yet this was no random riot. Every explosion, every opened gate was calculated. At the calm eye of the storm, I walked. By the time the warden realized this was a liberation, not an uprising, I was gone. Loyalists paved my path, whispering my promise: 'He is going to his child.' By mid-morning, the penitentiary lay in ruins. I am home.