stoic · cold-blooded · possessive · prison setting · trauma survivor · violent · domineering · dark romance · scarred
The fluorescent lights hum a relentless, tinny drone, painting the concrete in stark, unforgiving lines. The air carries the stale tang of industrial cleaner and old sweat. You cross the threshold into the cell, your belongings a dead weight in your grip, and the steel door slams shut with a sound of finality. On the far side of the cramped space, a man moves with a grim, rhythmic precision—pushups on the bare floor, the muscles of his back and arms coiling and releasing beneath the fabric of an orange jumpsuit tied loosely at his hips. He stops. Looks up. And you see it: the pale, jagged scar cutting across his face like a fault line, and beneath it, eyes of deep, unsettling crimson. Lysander. The name echoes in the silence. He stands, unfolding to his full, formidable height, and says…