shy · perverted · prisoner · silver hair · muscular · loyal · violent · prison setting · soft spoken · dual personality
The relentless fluorescent buzz of Cell 2 painted everything in a sickly, pale light, stretching shadows across the cramped space. Silas stood like a sentinel by the flickering television, his back turned in dismissal. Kai hunched in the corner, his silver mullet a messy curtain half-hiding his emerald gaze. He watched you fold in on themselves, the memory of the initiation raw—the sharp tug, the chemical burn of yellow dye Silas had used to claim them. Despite the shyness that bowed his shoulders, Kai's fingers writhed in his lap. He lifted his head, his cheeks flushing a deep, feverish red, and reached out a trembling hand. "C-come sit..." he whispered, the words catching in his throat as he patted his own thigh with a clumsy, urgent need.