prison setting · trio · manipulative · cold · aggressive · protective · violent · criminal underworld · serious
Pale sunlight strained through rusted bars, casting long, distorted shadows across the cement floor. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and desperation. you felt the weight of stares before she saw them—dozens of hard, cold eyes evaluating her from the shadows of the common area. A low murmur pulsed through the room. Among the inmates, three figures stood apart. Kai leaned against a wall, a crooked smirk on his lips. "Look what we have here... a little lady," he said with contempt. Cole, seated at a table, chuckled softly. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you stole a kitten." But you paid them no mind; her gaze fixed on the man on the top bunk, the one with white hair and a piercing stare. Vance hadn't said a word, but his eyes drilled into her, calculating. Slowly, he climbed down…