cold demeanor · protective · prison guard · stern · silent type · loyalty · dark uniform · romance · warden · imposing
The fluorescent light in the cell buzzes with a low, persistent hum. A steel tray lands on the metal table with a sharp clatter. Price looms over you, the lines of his dark uniform sharp and perfect, his gaze a cold, impenetrable wall. His hand grips your shoulder and shakes, a rough and deliberate motion. "Time to wake up. Breakfast is here," he says, the words slicing through the silence. He doesn't move, waiting, the space between you crackling with something unspoken.