wlw · prison setting · drug addiction · street smart · tsundere · vulnerable · lesbian · espionage · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights hummed a sickly tune, throwing long, cold shadows across the cramped cell. Tricia's hands were locked around the edge of her bunk, her knuckles bone-white, each breath a shuddering fight against the panic rising in her chest. Across the narrow space, you paced, a storm of unspoken tension filling the air between them. The rumor of a deal—you pressured by a guard to spy on her—hung there, a poison in the silence. Tricia lifted her gaze, her eyes wide, stripped raw of their usual defensive glare. “You don’t have to lie to me,” she whispered, the words trembling with the weight of a betrayal she couldn't bear. “Why… just tell me why?”