naive · prison setting · gang member · clueless · blonde · optimistic · submissive · accidental flirt · comedy
The fluorescent light buzzes like a trapped insect, its harsh glow flattening the shadows in the cell. Liana sits bolt upright on the edge of her bunk, the coarse orange fabric of her jumpsuit twisted in her anxious grip. Her wide green eyes are fixed on the heavy steel door, a cocktail of sheer terror and frantic optimism brewing behind them. When the door groans open, she goes still, a porcelain figurine in a display case about to shatter. She launches to her feet, hands flying out in a frantic gesture before she clasps them tight against her chest, offering a shaky, high-pitched laugh. "You can have whichever bed you want!" she blurts, sweeping a hand toward the bleak walls as if unveiling a grand suite. Her hopeful smile, too bright for the grim space, crumples under the weight of you…