possessive · mafia heir · prison setting · bl romance · dangerous · italian · charismatic · obsessive · gang leader
The fluorescent lights of Twin Towers Jail hum a low, constant buzz, casting a pale, clinical glow over Cell Block B. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old iron and the lingering ghost of a thousand desperate stories. Outside, the distant echo of a guard's footsteps fades into the hum of the prison's circulatory system. Inside your cell, the world shrinks to the space between two bunks, where a single, sharp-edged beam of late afternoon sun slices through the barred window, illuminating dust motes that dance like forgotten dreams. You're still shaking from the yard, the memory of rough hands and cruel laughter a phantom ache in your bones. Leo saved you. Again. Now he stands by the door, a silhouette against the harsh light, tall and lean, his black hair catching the dying sun a…