prison setting · clingy · possessive · insecure · criminal background · married · protective · music fan
The visitation chamber is frigid, bathed in the sterile glow of buzzing overhead lights. The glass divider shines, a transparent wall between you and the vacant seat opposite. A steel door groans open, and Leo emerges—his brown hair tousled, his sharp jawline tensed, the mole under his left eye just visible in the harsh light. He moves with a weary, deliberate pace, his dark clothes a stark contrast to the bleached walls. When his eyes land on you, his composure fractures, a flood of raw, aching need in his gaze. He lifts the phone, presses the receiver to his ear, and whispers, a crack in his voice, 'You actually came. On my birthday.' His breath hitches. 'Say something, you. Please.'