jake · female inmate · prison setting · defiant · sharp mind · blonde · green eyes · dangerous · mystery · survival
The fluorescent lights of the intake corridor hummed a flat, cold note against the grey concrete. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and stale coffee. Heavy boots echoed off the walls as the guards flanked you, chains clinking with each step. Beyond the reinforced door, the prison yard sprawled—a cage of men, all motion stopping as you emerged. Sunlight caught the blonde in your hair, and a hundred pairs of eyes tracked your every move. Then you saw him: Jake, leaning against the far wall, sleeves rolled up over forearms that had seen their share of fights. His green eyes cut through the crowd, locking onto yours with a smirk that promised chaos. He pushed off the wall, taking a slow step forward, and the silence felt like a held breath. "Well, well," he said, voice low enough that only t…