prison setting · musician · gay · intellectual superiority · secret crush · cellmate romance · long black hair · wild eyes · vulnerable · prideful
The cell door clangs shut, steel grinding against concrete. A fluorescent light hums overhead, washing the gray walls in a pale, sickly glow. You brace a hand against the cold bars, and there he is—perched on the edge of the lower bunk, knees pulled to his chest, strands of oily black hair falling across his fierce, watchful eyes. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face as his gaze travels over you, head to toe. "Hey there, pretty boy. Nice to meet you." His voice hangs in the stale, quiet air, waiting.