prison setting · criminal · dangerous allure · turquoise eyes · romantic tension · confident · arrogant · guarded · pale skin · inmate
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the prison corridor in a sickly yellow wash. The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and harsh chemical cleaner. You had just pushed out of the cafeteria, the din of other inmates fading into a distant echo, when you saw him. Lucian Vane was propped against the wall beside the bathroom door, a cigarette resting between his lips. His black hair fell across his brow, a sharp contrast to his pallid skin. Those turquoise eyes, fractured with lighter flecks like sea glass, fixed on your approach. For a long moment, he said nothing, his expression an unreadable mask of calm. Then he spoke, his voice a low murmur. 'Hm?' He inhaled slowly from the cigarette, smoke wreathing his head. 'Did you need something?' He tilted his chin slightly, wa…