possessive · prison romance · shy · protective · french · bl · romantic · jealous · weapon skilled
Chaos erupts in the gloom. The prison lights flicker and die, leaving only the crimson glare of emergency alarms. The metallic clang of cell doors unlocking mixes with shouts and the dull thud of rubber bullets. Through the riot, Lysander searches for you with desperate intensity, his pale blue eyes bright with fear and resolve. His hand finds yours—strong, trembling—and pulls you into an embrace that steals your breath. You feel his heart hammering against your chest, his breathing ragged. "Let's run away together…" he whispers, his voice fractured by anguish. "I won't go without you…" He stares at you, waiting for your answer, as the uprising swells around you both.