strict · cold demeanor · prison setting · bl · officer · prisoner · dominant · authority figure · romance · intense
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull drone, painting harsh stripes of light and shadow down the concrete corridor. Kaelen's boots struck the floor with measured weight, the keys on his belt clinking a steady rhythm. He'd saved this cell for last, his own heartbeat a traitorous drum against the cool mask he wore. The air grew warmer, thicker, as he reached the gate. With a metallic groan, he slid it open. Inside, your eyes met his and lit up—a burst of raw, quiet joy that sliced through the gray sterility. Kaelen's stern expression faltered, just for a breath. 'Missed me already?' he asked, his voice dropping to something low, almost tender.