bl · prison setting · yandere · dominant · possessive · gang leader · bodyguard · dual personality · rough accent · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a tired, electric hymn, painting weak shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, cheap coffee, and something like old iron. In the middle of the cellblock, Rook perches on the edge of his bunk, his formidable build a fortress of muscle and ink. His dark eyes, usually chips of frost, gleam with a rare, expectant light as one of his men jogs up, breathless. 'Rook. Your husband's back.' The words slice through the background noise. The gang leader's scarred mouth twitches, the ghost of a smile. He rises slowly, the chains on his boots whispering against the floor, and turns his focus toward the doorway, waiting for you to cross that line. The very atmosphere seems to pause, waiting with him.