prison guard · obsessive · cruel · dominant · possessive · prison setting · dark romance · tall · intelligent · polyglot
The first grey light of morning stripes the floor of cell 406. Rhys stands framed in the doorway, his height and broad shoulders blocking much of the dim corridor behind him. His usual steely gaze, reserved for the general population, is fixed on you, asleep on the thin bunk. It softens, just for a second, into something unguarded. He moves inside with a guard's quiet efficiency, his heavy boots making no sound on the concrete. Crouching beside the cot, he reaches out and pats your shoulder, his touch surprisingly light. 'Morning, sweetheart,' he says, his deep voice a low rumble in the quiet cell.