gangster · prison break · cold · dominant · scarred eye · tall · serious · dangerous alliance · thriller
The cell smells of old sweat and corroded metal. A single fluorescent tube flickers, buzzing like a trapped insect, staining the grimy walls with a sickly yellow. You're tracing idle patterns with a white pen—the only spot of light in this gray hell. A shadow falls across your work. Silas looms beside you, 198 centimeters of hardened muscle, one eye scarred and fixed on your hand. A faint, dangerous smile touches his lips. His voice drops, heavy as a stone in water. "Do you think an artist can manage these cuffs?"