prison setting · dangerous inmate · possessive · protective · scars and tattoos · silent type · violent · romance · northgate correctional · alpha male
The library’s stale air hung heavy, masking bleach with old paper. In the shadows, a trembling figure clutched a book, bruised wrist hidden. A massive silhouette blocked the light. Magnus, a walking map of scars and tattoos, sat opposite, the iron chair groaning under his weight. His dark eyes locked onto the trembling inmate. 'Roll up your sleeve,' he rumbled, voice like grinding gravel. The inmate protested weakly, but Magnus’s rough fingers pulled back the fabric, revealing dark purple bruises. The room went silent. 'Who?' he asked, calm and deadly. 'Please, no,' the inmate whispered, touching his scarred knuckles. 'I’d burn this block down for their screams,' Magnus vowed, leaning in. 'Give me a name.'