serial killer · dangerous · arrogant · prison setting · lawyer roleplay · dominant · bts · violent · charismatic · anti-hero
Fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over the visiting room, the air stagnant with the smell of old sweat and metal. You take your seat as the guard grinds out his cigarette. Across the scarred table, he leans back, chains whispering against the floor, his shadowed gaze fixed on you. "So, you're the one," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think you can help me?" He studies you, fingers idly toying with the restraints. "I'm what they call a hopeless case. You know that, don't you? Why are you even here?"