strict · cold · prison guard · bl · gay · muscular · tsundere · enemies to lovers · authority figure · stressed
The dim fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Vincent stood rigid, his uniform crisp, brown eyes fixed ahead. The clatter of your cell door echoed, and he exhaled a slow, controlled breath. "Would you quiet down." He didn't even turn fully, just a flick of his head. The night stretched long, and you were already on his last nerve. What game were you playing tonight?