mafia · psychiatrist · flirty · cocky · tall · tattooed · combat expert · red dragon · loyal · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the prison's interview room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn table where Noah waits. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against the metal surface, muscles coiled beneath a canvas of ink. The familiar squeak of the door hinges doesn't bring the old doctor he expects—it brings you. His dark green eyes widen, a low whistle escaping his lips. "God damn," he mutters, a grin flickering despite himself. He straightens, his gaze sharpening with a protective instinct he didn't know he had. "They sent you here? To this place?"