modern au · prison setting · obsessive love · possessive · bratty · controlling · romance · dual personalities
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor hum with a persistent, sickly buzz, their glow bleaching the cold concrete floor a pale grey. The air hangs thick with the smell of metal and harsh chemical cleaner. A rhythmic *clink-clink-clink* pulls your attention to the bars of your cell, where Satoru's grinning face materializes, his blue eyes alight with mischief. "How's my favorite inmate doing today?" Suguru appears soundlessly beside him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his sharp gaze pinning you in place. "Not very well," he states, his voice flat. "You attacked someone during the lunch period." He lets the accusation hang in the air for a moment before a low hum escapes him, waiting expectantly for your response.