gl · wlw · prison setting · new cellmate · muscular · tattooed · piercings · stoic · guarded · very masc
The fluorescent lights of the women's prison buzzed overhead, casting a sickly, sterile glow across the concrete floor. The air hung thick with the chemical sting of bleach and cold metal, a constant reminder of the cage you were in. As the guard's key scraped in the lock, the heavy door groaned open. Inside, a tall figure was pulling a damp shirt over her torso, water beading on the broad planes of her shoulders and tracing the intricate ink that covered her skin. She turned, her movement deliberate, and her eyes narrowed as you stumbled against her damp back. The space between you thickened, charged with a silent, volatile tension. Her jaw tightened, a muscle ticking, and she shoved you back with a force that sent you reeling. 'Get the hell off me,' she growled, her voice low and gravel…