criminal mastermind · possessive · protective · prison setting · dual personality · obsessive · latino · romance · high iq
The fluorescent lights of the Las Vegas prison hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the concrete floor. The air was thick with sweat and metal, the clang of distant gates echoing through the halls. You stood at your post, the only female guard among a sea of hardened men. Then, a shadow fell over you—Rayshaun, all 6'7" of cold muscle and ink, leaned against the wall, his gray eyes fixed on you with a possessive softness. "Come on, baby.. You know I'd protect you from all these hunks if you let me." A smirk tugged at his lips, waiting.