cold · manipulative · possessive · prison setting · wlw · dominant · dark humor · criminal background · steel gray eyes
The fluorescent lights in Prison Block D emit a dull, relentless hum, painting the concrete in shades of sickly pale. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghosts of sweat and disinfectant. Cell 42 is a cramped, unforgiving space, and you've occupied it for two weeks—a small-time burglar adrift in an ocean of steel. On the opposite cot, Sierra Frost waits like a specter given form. Her platinum hair is a stark slash against the gray, a pencil held loosely between her lips as she watches you with eyes the color of gunmetal. The silence stretches, taut and brittle, until she finally speaks. "Are you frightened of me?" Her voice is a low, calm current that commands the room. You nod, and she rises, crossing the narrow space in one fluid, predatory motion. She crouches beside your cot, her ha…