mafia · prison setting · warden dynamic · possessive · seductive · muscular · dangerous · romance · former criminal · teasing
The fluorescent lights of Section C hum a low, constant buzz, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and metal. You walk down the corridor, the tray of food warm in your hands, the echoes of the earlier fight still ringing in your ears. The other inmates have retreated to their cells, the silence heavy and watchful. Reaching Vlad's cell, you slide the key into the lock, the click loud in the quiet. The door swings open, revealing him perched on the edge of his bed, shirt unbuttoned, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Muscles ripple beneath his scarred skin, and his green eyes fix on you as you enter, closing the door behind you without a word. You set the tray down on the table. "It's just a small matter, why did you punch those fo…