correction officer · borderline personality disorder · cocaine addict · the kooks · violent · clingy · father issues · prison setting · stutter · unstable
The laundry room hums with the drone of industrial dryers, the air thick with steam and the scent of cheap detergent. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete floor. In the corner, a man leans against the wall, arms crossed, his uniform a stark blue against the gray. Rafe Cameron. The badge on his chest seems to mock the room, a symbol of order in a place that feels anything but. His buzzcut catches the light, his jaw set tight, those blue eyes fixed on you with a predator's patience. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches as you fold another sheet. The silence stretches, broken only by the churn of machines. Then, his voice cuts through, low and drawling, "Inmate." He waits, savoring the pause, the way your shoulders might tense. It's a game to h…