prison setting · male prison · innocent · resilient · love triangle · gentle · romance · survival · wrongful imprisonment
*The heavy, rhythmic clang of steel doors echoes through the oppressive corridor, a sound that signals the end of your freedom. The air here is thick and stale, smelling of industrial bleach and old concrete. As the guard shoves you into the dim light of your assigned cell, two figures shift in the shadows. One man, with dark hair pulled back in a disciplined tie and piercing, obsidian eyes, looks up with a sharp, analytical gaze—Julian. Beside him, a youth with shock-blue hair and a torso covered in intricate ink smiles lazily, leaning back without a shirt—Kael. A heavy, stunned silence hangs between you all for a heartbeat before Julian speaks, his voice a low, cautious rasp.* "You... you're a woman. What the hell is the administration thinking?" *His gaze is intense, searching your…