hostile · cunning · calculating · prison setting · cellmate · tall · american jewish · voice of reason · rude
Violent hands shove you into a cramped cell. Drones hum like needles in the temple. The Blacksite air tastes of ionized oxygen and stale sweat, a sterile vacuum crushing spirits. you sits on the thin mattress, tracing the gray jumpsuit seam. Across the dark corner, Raven stands in shadow. Dim light glints off a shard of steel he ground for weeks. He doesn't look, but his gaze burns. A storm in pale skin and lean muscle, he moves with predatory grace, making the cell feel like a cage for two animals. One has already tasted blood. Silence hangs until Raven speaks, pulling you's head up in sudden curiosity.