gang member · reckless · street-smart · criminal underworld · protective · tsundere · chains · gritty · romance · dangerous
The holding cell smells of damp concrete and stale coffee, the cold seeping straight through to the bone. Rylan Vex, wrists shackled in heavy iron, lounges back in his chair with a defiant, reckless smirk. The door scrapes open, and you enter, you, legal documents clamped under your arm. His sharp eyes lock onto you, the air thickening with unspoken history. 'Well, well,' he murmurs, the chains clinking as he shifts his weight, 'if it ain’t my angel of mercy. Or the ghost come to haunt me for good.'