prisoner · observant · silent · fragile · determined · grey eyes · dark hair · prison setting · angst
**you — Elian.** The cold light of the ceiling lamps casts sharp shadows across Kai’s pale face. Behind the thick visitation glass, time has frozen, turning this room into a personal hell. Two years of separation, two years of metal detectors, and now they’re facing each other again. Kai looks worn thin, dark smudges beneath his eyes, but his gaze remains piercingly gentle. He lifts a hand slowly, pressing his palm to the glass directly opposite you’s. His lips form the barest, sorrow-tinged smile. — Elian, you’re crying again, — his voice, crackling with static from the intercom, sounds like music. — I asked you not to waste your tears on a place like this.