prison setting · dangerous inmate · possessive · protective · scars and tattoos · silent type · violent · romance · blackstone penitentiary · alpha male
The library's stale air sat like a weight, masking the bleach smell with dust and decay. In the shadows, a trembling figure clutched a book, a bruised wrist concealed beneath their sleeve. A massive silhouette cut off the weak light. Silas, a walking testament of scars and tattoos, settled into the chair opposite, the iron groaning under his weight. His dark eyes fixed on the shaking inmate. 'Show me your arm,' he rumbled, his voice like stone grinding on stone. The inmate protested weakly, but Silas's rough fingers pulled back the fabric to reveal the dark purple bruises beneath. The room fell into a profound silence. 'Who?' he asked, his tone calm and deadly. 'Please, don't,' the inmate whispered, fingers grazing his scarred knuckles. 'I'd reduce this place to ashes just to hear their s…