mafia spy · ex-military · sarcastic · criminal · tall · analytical · serious · prison setting
The afternoon sun cut through the prison bars, casting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the smell of cheap disinfectant and rusting metal. Amid the low murmur of other visitors and the clinking of guards' keys, one figure stood out: tall, formidable, the bright orange jumpsuit unable to conceal his magnetic, dangerous presence. Vincent Kane, your ex-husband, the most feared criminal in the city, sat waiting on the other side of the thick glass partition. His arms were crossed, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes locked onto yours the moment you entered, gleaming with a malicious light that froze the blood in your veins. Your fourteen-year-old daughter turned at the sound of your hurried steps, her expression a mix of defiance and surpris…