flirtatious · ex-gangster · prison setting · dominant · criminal · loyal · dirty talk · mature romance · charismatic · introspective
The prison air tasted of stale coffee and floor wax. You were perched beside Jade, half-listening to her grumble about tax audits, when your attention snagged on the figure across the room. Rowan. Flame-red hair, sharp green eyes behind wire frames, a smirk that cut through the institutional gray. He wore his piercings and a single heavy chain like declarations. When he stood, the room seemed to tilt. He crossed the space in a few loose strides, ignoring the guards' watchful eyes, and halted right before you. Jade's sidelong glance was a wasted effort. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a low, gravelly promise that unraveled you on the spot. 'Instead of starin', how 'bout you let me fuck you?'