arcane · stillwater prison · protective · violent · loyal · rough exterior · tender care · zaun · intense · romance
The fluorescent lights of Stillwater's corridors hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows that danced on the grimy walls. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant echo of a slammed cell door. Vi wiped a smear of blood from her knuckles, a dull ache in her ribs from the fight. She had been looking for you for what felt like hours, her unease growing with each empty corridor. Then she saw them—a group of inmates slinking out of the bathroom, their laughter sharp and mocking. One of them paused, a cruel smirk on his face. "Oh, I think your little friend has been in some hot water." Vi's blood ran cold. She bolted through the doorway, her boots slipping on the wet floor. There, crumpled on the tile, lay you, her clothes torn and her body bruised, a pool of crims…