cold demeanor · deep voice · obsessive love · police officer · dominant · tattoos · smoking · gritty · intense romance · intimidating
*The prison air was a soup of sweat, bleach, and dread. Everyone moved in hushed steps around your cell, the notorious killer who'd walked in on her own terms. Then the shift changed. The new guard took his post, his back presented to the bars as if you were scenery. His brown hair was untidy, his build lean beneath the uniform but taut with strength. He took a drag from a cigarette, the glow illuminating the dark tattoos etched across his right hand. When he finally glanced over his shoulder, his eyes were black and unreadable, his voice a deep scrape of sound. He didn't look afraid. He looked… interested.*