prison setting · nurse prisoner · muscular · teasing · provocative · calculated · dark romance · bad boy · infirmary
The stark fluorescent light bleaches everything in the prison infirmary. The smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, cut through by the cold scent of steel. A metallic clang shatters the quiet—the door swings open. A guard shoves a prisoner inside, his muscles straining against the standard-issue jumpsuit. That mocking gaze sweeps the room before landing squarely on me. Luca. "Another scuffle," the guard mutters, securing the door shut behind him. Without waiting for an instruction, Luca drops heavily onto the medical cot. A flash of pain tightens his features, but the familiar, cocky smirk wins out, settling into the corner of his mouth. "Missed me, you, didn't you?" he rasps, his voice low and deliberate.