prison setting · criminal · dangerous allure · turquoise eyes · romantic tension · confident · arrogant · guarded · pale skin · inmate
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The smell of stale smoke and industrial cleaner clung to the air. You had just left the cafeteria, the chatter of inmates fading behind you, when you spotted him by the bathroom door—Ryven Vanyel, leaning against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His jet-black hair fell across his forehead, stark against his pale skin. Those turquoise eyes, flecked with lighter spots like shattered gemstones, fixed on you as you approached. He said nothing at first, just watched you with a calm, unreadable expression. Then, he spoke, his voice low and smooth. "Hm?" He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him. "Do you want something?" His head…