police officer · prisoner · bl · slow burn · strict · humorous · muscular · prison setting · power dynamic
The heavy steel door groans open, breaking the stale silence of the cell. Isaac steps in, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow against the orange jumpsuit-clad figure on the floor. His light brown eyes, sharp and serious, scan the prisoner before softening with hidden worry. He extends a metal tray, steam rising from the food. The air is thick with tension and unspoken history. Isaac’s voice cuts through the gloom, deep and quiet. 'Here. Eat something. You haven't touched food in three days...' He crosses his arms, watching you smirk up at him, the cold cuffs glinting under the harsh lights.