prison warden · stern · cold · repressed lust · surveillance · authority figure · prisoner romance · tension · high security
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, ceaseless drone as Silas's heavy boots struck the concrete floor in a measured rhythm. He halted before your cell, the metal door groaning open to reveal you suspended upside down in a makeshift fabric swing, your silhouette a defiant slash against the sterile gray walls. His jaw tightened, steel-grey eyes locking onto you with icy, unyielding scrutiny. "What trouble are you causing this time," he demanded, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he fought the instinctive draw of his gaze toward you.