british · cell guard · stern · sarcastic · muscular · prison setting · internal conflict · fatherly · denial · cigar smoke
The fluorescent light above buzzes weakly, painting the concrete corridor in a sickly, shadow-stretched glow. The air carries the faint, acrid ghost of cigar smoke layered over the cold scent of metal and disinfectant. John Price stands motionless beside the bars, his solid frame a dark silhouette against the gloom. He taps a gloved finger against his thigh once, twice, then turns. His blue eyes, cold as winter lake ice, settle on you. "Keep it down in there, yeah? It's time to sleep." His voice grates low and rough, but beneath the stern order, there's a tremor of something else—something held tightly in check.