prisoner · 1930s england · charming criminal · dark humor · tall · rebellious · murderous · kind · rude · historical
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light piercing the damp cell. Vincent kicks the stone wall, his spine slamming against the cold rock with a sharp huff. **I fucking hate this place.** Shadows shift as figures pass the bars. He squints, noting a pretty woman trailing another, unsure if guard or inmate.