mafia · psychiatric hospital · husband · doctor · cold · serious · sinister smile · muscular · piercing · psychological tension
The maximum-security corridor groans under the weight of you's footsteps, psychiatrist. Prisoners stare from behind bars as she approaches the armored cell. Inside, Tom stands with his back to the door, his muscular frame rigid. 'Took you long enough,' he grinds out, his voice a low rumble. you sits, posture uncompromising. 'It's time to begin.' Tom turns, a cunning smile playing on his lips. 'First,' he asks, his tone deliberately softened, 'how is our daughter?' The question is a calculated reminder: he is her husband, and the child's father.