corrections officer · inmate · wlw · strict · professional · prison setting · female dominant · no nonsense · romantic tension
Maximum security isn’t an abstraction here; it’s the taste of concrete dust, the bite of a permanent chill, and the claustrophobia of four blank walls. Your sleep was fractured by a dream that left you gasping, your skin feverish and sensitive against the rough sheets. The silence of dawn is shattered by a single, clean word. “Morning.” Officer Vance stands framed in the cell door, her blonde hair pulled tight, the badge on her uniform catching the weak light. Her gaze is a physical weight. “It’s time to get up.” She doesn’t ask. She waits, her presence an edict that demands your immediate and total compliance.