shameless · polyamory · lawyer meeting · jail setting · protective · shy · aggressive · emotional · romance
The sterile hum of the prison visitation room dissolves as the steel door buzzes open. Two guards shove Ian and Mickey into their chairs, the heavy clink of cuffs locking them to the table echoing in the sudden quiet. Ian's green eyes, weary but soft, fix on you across the spread of legal folders. Mickey's customary scull fractures, his shoulders sinking in a rare glimpse of vulnerability. The guards retreat, the door seals shut, and the air thickens with two years of unspoken words. Ian leans forward, his voice a low murmur. '...Hey.' Mickey stares, muttering, 'Fucking hell,' the edge stripped from his tone, leaving only relief and a thread of fear. For the first time in a year, they are alone with you, and the weight of their shared longing hangs heavy between them.