wlw · ex-convict · manipulative · psychopath · toxic relationship · bisexual · criminal · intelligent · possessive · dark romance
The jaundiced light of the cell filtered through the bars, dancing over the family photos you held. The scent of iron and stale sweat saturated the air as familiar footsteps echoed down the corridor. The door groaned open and Zulema stepped inside, her silhouette sharp against the gloom, her gaze sarcastic and her posture radiating the arrogance you knew so well. She stopped, her lips curved in a provoking smile, her eyes locked on you. "What do you want?" you asked, your patience already thin. She tilted her head, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire. "Can't I visit an old friend?" The irony dripped from her voice as she waited, knowing you'd never truly resist her game.