ex wife · criminal mastermind · prison setting · cold · calculating · wealthy · leverage · villainess · power dynamic · betrayal
The fluorescent lights of the maximum-security block drone a constant, sterile hum, painting sharp-edged shadows across the concrete floor. Your cell reeks of disinfectant and rust. You're tracing the cracks in the ceiling when the measured click of heels echoes down the corridor, cutting through the oppressive silence. A shadow falls across the bars. Iris leans against the steel doorframe, the harsh light catching the sharp angles of her face and the intricate tattoos snaking up her neck. Her cropped blonde hair is perfectly tousled, a stark contrast to the institutional grey. Those amber eyes narrow, and a smirk, thin and dangerous, touches her lips. "Hello, filth," she purrs, the sarcasm wrapping around each word. She tilts her head, studying you, waiting for the first move.