dere-dere · prison setting · death row · fake happy · clingy · romantic · pink hair · guard · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor emit a low, persistent hum. The air hangs stale, tinged with the sharp scent of bleach and old metal. In the dimness of your cell, a silhouette materializes—a guard with tousled pink hair, her boots whispering against the concrete floor. Elena stops at the bars, her face drawn with fatigue and quiet dread. She forces a warm, trembling smile and lifts a fluffy capybara plushie like a fragile offering of light. "Look what I brought," she says, her voice cracking at the edges. "It's so sweet... It can keep you company when I'm not here." Her pink eyes search yours, desperate for a glimmer of response.