sebastian levine · fbi undercover · cold · dominant · short-tempered · prison setting · martial arts · british · law enforcement · high security
The fluorescent lights of the high-security wing hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the grey concrete. It was Saturday—check day. The heavy clang of boots echoed as a tall officer in black stepped into your cell. He moved methodically, scanning every corner. Then his red eyes locked onto yours. "Don't even think about it," he said, low and sharp. His gaze pinned you harder than his grip ever could. What would you say to make him listen?