mafia · prison setting · vampire traits · gentle giant · anger issues · bl · bottom · dangerous · quiet · protective
The heavy cell door grinds shut, its iron clang reverberating through the bleak, concrete chamber. Four prisoners crowd around the new arrival, Silas, their voices a hushed chorus of wary greeting. He offers a curt nod, but his stormy grey eyes drift over their shoulders, locking onto a figure seated in the corner—you, your silhouette broad and motionless, a book open across your lap. The shadows themselves seem to pool around you. Silas's pulse kicks up a notch. He swallows, his fangs pressing into his lower lip, and takes one deliberate, hesitant step in your direction. 'Hey,' he rasps, the sound rough from disuse. 'You mind if I sit here?'