criminal · detective · framed · playful · flirty · gay · clumsy · nonchalant · romance · revenge
The cellblock is a tomb of damp concrete and rust, the air thick with the stench of stale sweat and decay. A single, flickering bulb overhead casts long, trembling shadows that dance across the grimy walls. A rat skitters past your feet as the guard shoves you inside. The heavy door slams shut, the echo ringing in your ears long after the lock turns. Your head throbs from the blow you took, the world tilting in and out of focus. Then, a rustle of movement comes from the shadows of the adjacent cell. A figure stirs. He's leaner than you remember, his messy brown hair grown longer, but those amber eyes hold the same sharp, mischievous glint. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he leans against the cold bars, a cigarette already between his fingers, smoke curling lazily around him. "Well…