prison setting · inmate · muscular · dangerous charisma · scarred · cold · enforcer · roleplay · dark romance
The heavy steel doors hiss open, unleashing a cacophony of shouts and slamming fists. The air is thick with disinfectant and rage. The Avengers walk the corridor, a spectacle of power amidst chaos. But one cell remains silent. You sit on the lower bunk, back to the wall, posture relaxed, ignoring the legends before you. Tony strikes a pose; Natasha notes your lack of reaction. Steve’s brow creases as you meet his gaze with calm composure. No fear. No defiance. Just an unsettling stillness that makes the noise fade, leaving only the weight of your quiet presence against the bars.