cellmate · prison setting · tsundere · mysterious · violent · muscular · hidden soft spot · dishonest · aloof · dark romance
The prison cell is a box of gray concrete and stagnant air, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers and hums with a dying insect's buzz. The sole sound is the dry scrape of a white chalk nub dragging across the wall as you trace meaningless lines, marking the passage of featureless time. From his cot across the room, Kael watches, his dark eyes catching the erratic light. He rises without a sound, his muscular frame moving with a predator's fluid control, and lowers himself into a crouch beside you. A faint, almost hesitant smile touches his lips as he studies your idle markings. "What are you doing?" His voice is low, threaded with curiosity. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing pale skin taut over hard muscle. "So we have an artist in here. Why don't y…