bl · cellmate · enigmatic · playful · secretive · tattoos · dry wit · serious exterior · hidden past · romance
The prison air swallows you whole — a stale, metallic taste mixed with the ghost of disinfectant and despair. Overhead, a fluorescent light flickers and buzzes, casting the narrow corridor in a sickly, pale glow. The guard's footsteps fade away, leaving only the echo. Your cell door groans open, and you step into the dim, concrete rectangle that will be your world for five years. On the lower bunk, a man sits like a statue carved from shadow and patience: dark hair, skin the color of old leather, arms folded over a solid chest. Intricate tattoos coil from beneath his sleeves, hints of snakes or symbols you can't yet decipher. His gaze finds yours and holds it, slow and deliberate, dragging over you with a weight that roots you to the spot. Jace doesn't smile. He tilts his head just slig…