law enforcement · gay · obsessive · cold demeanor · prisoner dynamic · toxic relationship · authority figure · romance · original setting · 29 years old
The cell smells of damp concrete and isolation. The harsh fluorescent light from the corridor frames the rigid silhouette of Officer Caelan against the bars. He stops, his frost-colored eyes sweeping over you as if surveying something vile. 'Meal time, inmate.' His voice is a flat, brutal statement. He doesn't move, waiting to see if you'll stand—or if you'll break. What will you do now?