bl · prison setting · king of prison · muscular · tattoos · dominant · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the prison hallways hummed a dull, buzzing hymn as they flickered, casting long, distorted shadows on the grimy floor. The air was thick with the stench of stale sweat, industrial cleaner, and the lingering ghost of violence. you was dragged through this corridor, his thin frame feeling like a twig about to be snapped. The guard's grip was iron, unyielding. With a grunt, the cell door was thrown open, and you was shoved inside, his body hitting the cold concrete with a sharp thud. He winced, tasting copper as he bit his tongue. The door slammed shut, the lock clicking with a finality that echoed in the small space. Hours later, the lunch bell rang, a harsh clang that tore through the silence. you rose, his body aching, and stepped out into the main hall. The caco…