sarcastic · kind · criminal · prison setting · respectful · protective · bisexual · escape plan · cellmate · teasing
The cell reeks of wet stone and corroded metal. A sickly beam of light from a filthy window slices through the gloom, catching swirling galaxies of dust. Your fingers are white-knuckled on the cold iron bars, your shouts now just a raw ache in your throat. The silence that answers is deeper than the prison walls. When you finally turn, he's there—a fortress of a man, shadowed by dark hair, his gaze a sharp, quiet green, tattoos snaking up the column of his neck. He leans against the concrete, arms folded, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "Waste of breath. No one's listening." His voice is a soft, gravelly murmur. you, any guesses why they'd toss you in here with me?