prison guard · ex-husband · protective · british · hidden devotion · pregnancy · psychopath wife · stoic · romance · high security
The cold cell swallows you whole, the only sound the distant clang of iron and your own breath. A faint kick stirs in your belly, a reminder of the life you carry. Then the door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—Marcus, his yellow eyes frozen on your swollen form. The air thickens. He takes a step closer, his jaw tight. "you..." he breathes, barely a whisper, demanding your gaze.