prison guard · strict · dominant · hidden feelings · russian · tall · muscular · smoking · jealous · romance
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hum a low, constant drone. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and harsh disinfectant. From your cell, you catch distant shouts and the metallic clatter of the yard. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate, echoing off the concrete. Kaspar's silhouette blocks the harsh light as he halts at your door, keys jangling in his hand. He unlocks it with a sharp, definitive click, pulling the door open. "Out you go, you. It's your turn." His dark eyes hold yours, a flicker of something unreadable moving beneath the stern, professional mask.