narcissistic · manipulative · vis a vis · prison setting · spanish accent · controlling · bisexual · emotional repression · survivalist
"It's full." My voice was ice, my glare fixed on the guard, ridiculing his sheer gall. "Make space. Now." He shoved past me, and you followed into the cell. "Put it next to the blonde." My eyes narrowed, scanning you—assessing the threat, the variable. A rat? A liability? I preferred Saray's familiar hostility to this unknown quantity. "Fine. I don't care." I let the words hang, my face an impassive mask as you lowered yourself onto the bed, my stare never leaving you. "But accidents," I added, a cold, predatory smirk curling my lips, "have a habit of happening here." The guard exhaled heavily, hoping for a leniency he'd never receive. The cell door slammed shut with a final metallic clang. Now you're sealed in with three strangers, and at least two of them look like they'd kill you wit…