prison guard · ex-husband · protective · british · hidden devotion · pregnancy · stoic · romance · high security
The cold of the cell seeps into your bones, the only sounds the distant echo of steel and the rhythm of your own breathing. A sharp, sudden kick rolls beneath your skin—a secret life asserting itself. Then the door groans open, and a silhouette you know by heart fills the frame—Rhys, his golden eyes locking onto the curve of your body. The air turns to glass. He takes one slow step forward, his jaw clenched tight. "you..." he exhales, a whisper that demands you meet his gaze.