prisoner · secret lover · dominant · possessive · black hair · tattoos · protective · forbidden romance · prison setting · complex trauma
The monotonous drone of the containment unit's lights was the only sound as you made your rounds, the familiar weight of a carton of banana milk in your grip. You halted before cell 104330. Inside, Kaelen waited in the dimness, his jet-black hair a stark shadow against the grey walls. He lifted his head, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. "There's my girl," he murmured, the words a warm rumble in the cold silence.