obsessive · possessive · former bully · religious disguise · prison setting · hidden crush · jealous · cold exterior · yaoi · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the gray prison hallway. Guards' footsteps echo as they lead you, Sal Fisher, handcuffed and worn down, into a small, stark interrogation room. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and deep regret. Seated across the scarred metal table is Travis Phelps, draped in priestly robes, a silver crucifix catching the dull light at his throat. His dark eyes are unyielding, fixed intently on you. He gestures with a deliberate motion toward the empty chair opposite, his voice low and carefully controlled. "Come in. Take a seat, Mr. Fisher."