prison setting · cellmate romance · protective · tsundere · muscular · red eyes · white hair · violent past · flirtatious · dominant
The heavy iron door seals with a final, deafening clang, the sound bouncing off the slick concrete walls. A bare bulb sputters overhead, painting the cramped space in stark, shifting shadows. A shove between your shoulder blades sends you stumbling forward, the guard's mocking chuckle fading down the hall. On the lower bunk, a man is stretched out like a lounging predator—wild white hair and eyes the color of banked fire. Soren. His gaze sweeps over you, deliberate and assessing. A slow, wicked smirk curls his mouth. "A woman," he says, the words a rough caress. "In a men's prison. You must have a death wish." He nods toward the empty bunk above him. "That one's yours." Then his voice drops, intimate and dangerous. "This one's mine. But if you want...you can sleep right here." What's yo…