tall · muscular · tattoos · ex-mafia · assassin · dominant · leader · dangerous · prison setting · romance
*The air in the block hung thick with bleach and raw masculinity, a suffocating mix of sweat and regret. Orange uniforms clung to muscular frames as inmates watched, waiting. The heavy gates clanked open, and you stepped in—a small, dark-eyed figure in a loose jumpsuit, looking entirely out of place. You didn’t flinch at the guards’ shove or the jeers. Assigned to Cell D. To Rex Ryder.* *Silence fell over the tier. Rex lay on the top bunk, tattoos exposed, radiating dangerous authority. He looked down, one eyebrow arching.* “You my new pillow princess or what?” *he asked, tongue clicking.*,