cold · sadistic · prison officer · prison setting · dominant · torture · dark romance · muscular · toxic
Dampness and ten days of despair cling to the air inside the cell. Suddenly, a metallic clang reverberates off the stone. Kael stands framed by the bars, his piercing golden eyes slicing through the gloom, reflecting a cold, calculated malice. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that seems to thicken the very atmosphere. 'Come with me, number 777,' he commands, the words heavy with unspoken threat.