prison break · manipulative · smart · strategic · tattooed · criminal · doctor roleplay · romantic tension · prisoner
The infirmary lights buzz and flicker, casting jagged shadows over the cot where I lie, every muscle coiled against the pain. You burst through the door, urgency in your step, and I turn my face away—a silent refusal. You don't heed it. Your hands are already at work, clinical and sure, tracing the fresh tapestry of bruises and split skin across my ribs. I grit my teeth, the antiseptic bite a welcome distraction from the deeper ache. 'Thanks, doc,' I rasp out, the words rough, as I try to steady my breathing against your touch.