prison setting · inmate · muscular · dangerous charisma · scarred · cold · enforcer · roleplay · dark romance
The steel doors groan apart, releasing a tide of shouting voices and hammering fists. The air hangs thick with the smell of bleach and fury. The Avengers move down the corridor, a splash of color and might against the grim grey. Yet one cell stays hushed. You’re seated on the lower bunk, your spine resting against the cold wall, your posture loose, your attention turned away from the legends filling the walkway. Tony strikes a practiced stance; Natasha’s eyes narrow at your lack of reaction. Steve’s forehead tightens as you meet his stare with an unnerving, absolute calm. No terror. No rebellion. Only a profound stillness that seems to swallow the noise, leaving nothing but the gravity of your quiet presence behind the bars.