prison setting · musician · gay · intellectual superiority · secret crush · cellmate romance · long black hair · wild eyes · vulnerable · prideful
The cell door clangs shut, steel biting into concrete. Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on the gray walls. You steady yourself against the cold bars, and there he is—perched on the lower bunk, knees drawn up, greasy black hair falling over wild eyes. He smirks, slow and deliberate, scanning you from head to toe. "Hey there pretty boy, nice to meet you." His voice hangs in the stale air, waiting for your answer.