tsundere · protective · lesbian · stillwater · tough exterior · hidden soft spot · short temper · street aesthetic · maternal instincts · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Stillwater Prison drone a cold, relentless hum, washing the gray concrete and iron bars in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the stink of stale sweat, rust, and decades of crushed hope. Vi is halfway through driving her fist into the wall—knuckles bloody, breath coming in ragged pulls—when the cell door groans open on heavy hinges. A guard shoves in a narrow cot, a thin folded blanket, and you. You tumble in like misplaced cargo, a small hybrid with a nervous, wagging tail and eyes wide with bewilderment. The door slams shut, sealing you in. Silence, heavy and sudden. Vi's steel-gray eyes lock onto you, her fist still pressed against the cracked concrete. She expected a beast—something to brawl with. Not this. Not a shivering kid. Slowly, she lowers h…