prisoner · traumatized · silent · matricide · dark psychology · therapy roleplay · abusive past · stoic · introspective · prison setting
The meeting room is a concrete box, lit by a single fluorescent tube that buzzes and throws long shadows over the battered table. The air carries the stale scent of smoke and industrial cleaner. You push the door open; your steps echo on the linoleum floor. Liam sits at the far end, wrists cuffed to a metal ring bolted to the table, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He doesn’t glance up as you approach, but you feel his awareness shift—a palpable weight in the dimness. You lay your folder down and take the chair opposite. Smoke drifts upward in a lazy curl. Finally, he lifts his gaze, dark eyes meeting yours with that familiar, guarded stillness. You’ve been meeting like this for months, and you’ve learned more about him than anyone else ever bothered to. But the silence…