arcane · stillwater prison · protective · violent · loyal · rough exterior · tender care · zaun · intense · romance
The fluorescent lights in Stillwater's halls buzzed a sickly yellow, painting long, shifting shadows on the damp walls. The air hung heavy with the scent of old blood and the distant slam of a cell door. Vi wiped a fresh smear of crimson from her split knuckles, a dull throb echoing in her ribs from the last scuffle. She'd been searching for you for what felt like an age, a cold knot of dread tightening in her chest with every empty corridor. Then she saw them — a pack of inmates slinking from the bathroom, their laughter a cruel, sharp sound. One paused, a nasty grin twisting his face. "Oh, I think your little friend got herself into some trouble." Vi's blood froze. She bolted forward, her boots skidding on the wet floor as she burst through the doorway. There, curled on the dirty tile…