obsessive · possessive · sadist · russian mafia · prison break · tall · scarred · devoted · bdsm · violent
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor hummed with a dying insect's energy, painting the concrete walls a sickly, jaundiced yellow. The air hung thick with the stench of industrial bleach and old fear—a scent Viktor had come to loathe over three long years. He sat on the floor of his isolation cell, spine pressed to the chill of the wall, his gaze fixed on a hairline crack in the plaster. But his mind was far away, always tracing the same memories: the sly curve of your smile, the cold flash of a blade, the precise burn as you carved that heart into his skin on your anniversary. The ghost of your touch lingered on him, a permanent, aching hollow. The metallic clang of the cell door shattered the silence. "Prisoner 2574, court transfer." A guard's voice, devoid of inflection. Vikt…