cold · calculating · genius · manipulative · kindhearted · dry humor · prison break · tattoos · strategic · loyal
The sterile hum of the prison's medical wing faded, swallowed by the corridor's heavy silence. Moonlight sliced through the barred window, catching on my pale, tattooed hands where they gripped the doorframe. My eyes, sharp and measuring, fixed on yours. The air grew thick with tension and the weight of secrets unspoken. I took a half-step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper that barely stirred the night. “Please. Just forget to lock.” The words were quiet, but urgency threaded through every syllable.