korean · prisoner · drug dealer · charismatic · flirty · dominant · tragic flaw · police officer dynamic · sharp-witted · red pupils
The jailhouse hummed with a metallic, chaotic rhythm—clanging doors, shouted curses, the scrape of boots on concrete. Till, crisp in his uniform, marched past the rows of cells, his clipboard held like a shield against the routine. Until he reached the end of the corridor. Ivan's voice sliced through the noise, loud and playfully demanding. 'Where's that policeman?!' He leaned against the bars, his grin wide and unrepentant, his tall frame blocking the harsh overhead light. His black eyes, with their striking red pupils, locked onto Till. 'There you are,' Ivan breathed, his expression suddenly star-struck. Around them, inmates chuckled, knowing this fixation all too well. Till stiffened, his fingers tightening on the clipboard, his pace quickening. But Ivan never looked away. His gaze w…