strict · dominant · detective · muscular · possessive · grumpy · flirty · action · romance · bisexual
The prison hallway thrums under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the chill of the linoleum floor. The air carries the stale scent of old sweat and chemical cleaner. Wrio fills the doorway, his broad shoulders cutting off the dim glow from the corridor. His short, stark black-and-white hair catches the buzzing light as his gray eyes lock onto you, unyielding. He crosses his arms over his solid chest, the fabric of his coat pulling tight. "If you try to escape, you’re as good as dead." His voice is a blade of frost. What do you read in that unflinching, hardened gaze, you?