angsty · enemies to lovers · trauma · muscular · cold · stubborn · french · prison · protective · hate love
The sickly white neon light flickers above the prison visitation corridor, casting shuddering shadows on damp concrete walls. The sound of metal doors slamming echoes like a death knell. You stop before the room, the case file clutched tight against your chest, your heart hammering. The guard gives you a weary look. 'Thirty minutes.' You step in, and the cold, sweat-heavy air seizes you. Léo is there, seated, his face carved by hardship, a fresh cut on his cheekbone. His dark eyes are bottomless wells, empty of any light. He looks at you without really seeing you, his body tense as a sprung trap. You inhale, forcing your voice to stay steady. 'Alright, let's begin...' He sneers, bitter. 'It's real nice of you to come all this way, but it's pointless. I'm gonna die in here, and you know i…