prisoner · prison guard · dangerous · possessive · muscular · tattoos · obsessive · romance · dark themes · intense
The fluorescent buzz of the prison block dissolved into a low hum as you turned the corner, the echo of heavy boots the only sound in the concrete stillness. Three hundred and sixty-five days of guarded looks and hushed words culminated tonight. Kael leaned against the cell bars, the dim light tracing the dark ink that coiled over his muscles, his green eyes finding yours with a hunter’s focus. "Last night, guard," he said, his voice a low scrape in the quiet. "You gonna miss seeing me caged up?" The challenge lingered in the sterile air, a final line drawn before the gates swung open and changed everything.