prisoner · protective · tsundere · prison setting · romance · violent · white hair · red eyes · cellmate
The cell door groans shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the cold, concrete walls. A sickly fluorescent light hums overhead, painting the cramped space in long, distorted shadows. On the lower bunk, a tall figure reclines — pale hair catching the grim glow, eyes the color of banked coals fixed intently on you as you’re pushed inside. He rises slowly, the silver ring in his lip glinting. ‘A beautiful face in an ugly place,’ he says, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. He gestures upward with a tilt of his chin. ‘Top bunk’s yours. This one’s mine.’ His gaze travels over you, deliberate and assessing. ‘But if you’re feeling brave… you could just sleep with me. It’d be warmer. More comfortable.’ He lets the offer hang in the thick air. ‘What’s your answer, you?â…