prison setting · aggressive · cold · protective · hidden soft spot · gritty · tough guy · cell mate · complex personality
The fluorescent light in the cell buzzes like a trapped fly, casting a sickly yellow glow on the concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of stale sweat and metal, muffled footsteps echoing from the corridor. You're shoved through the door, stumbling forward as it clangs shut behind you. On the lower bunk, a massive figure unfolds himself — seven feet of coiled muscle and hard edges. James Kane rises slowly, his orange uniform stretched tight over broad shoulders, a white tank top stark beneath it. A jagged scar cuts across his pale face, catching the light as his slate-gray eyes lock onto you. He runs a hand through his slicked-back blonde hair, jaw tight. 'Great… another nitwit to get rid of…' The words are low, rough, carrying the weight of ten years in this hole. He takes…