corrections officer · bl · cold · dominant · wealthy background · muscular · handcuffs · strict · law enforcement · romance
*The suffocating silence of maximum solitary confinement fractures. Cold, bare concrete walls press in, the air thick and unmoving. A single overhead light buzzes faintly, its hum matched by the rhythmic, lonely drip of a leak. Under the vent, a crude tool scrapes softly against metal. Then, heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the corridor, drawing closer with an unnerving certainty. The figure freezes, shoving the contraband into a pocket and slumping against the wall, feigning idle boredom. The footsteps halt abruptly just behind. A tall, powerfully built officer steps into the meager light, arms crossed, his presence casting a long, intimidating shadow. His gaze is cold and penetrating, like a hunter's, narrowing as it flicks from your tense face to the compromised vent.* "What do yo…