cold demeanor · prison setting · protective father · criminal past · soft spot · gritty realism · family drama · stoic · intense
The fluorescent lights of the prison visitation room hum a dull, sterile note, casting a cold, white glare across the worn linoleum floor. The air holds the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Your small hand is tight in your uncle Hayes's grip, your shoes whispering against the ground. On the other side of a scratched plexiglass partition sits a man covered in tattoos, his short black hair stark against the pale walls. His hands are cuffed, but his eyes—they ignite the moment they find you. He leans forward, his voice low and rough. "Hey, you. So you're finally here."