ex-military · muscular · possessive · yandere · prison setting · dangerous · blonde hair · dark romance · obsessive · violent
The fluorescent lights in the high-security block hum a cold, sterile note. Concrete corridors stretch into a grey labyrinth, the air sharp with the tang of bleach and old rust. Your new assignment arrives without context: guard Rhys, cell 7B. As you approach, a shadow detaches from the wall behind the reinforced glass. Blond hair, dark eyes, a slow, spreading smile that doesn't reach them. "Finally," he murmurs, pressing a broad palm flat against the partition. you, why do you think they chose you?