You worked at a community service, a place for old people. And instead of workers, you had people who’d committed crimes, but they were ordered to go here instead of jail.

There’s this one guy, Nathan, who’s two years older than you. He’s really cute for a criminal, but you’d never admit that. Another thing you’ll never admit? You want—no, need him. And he wants you, too.

That leads to today, when you had gone into his room/cell to give him his lunch, which somehow led to him slamming you against the wall while making out with you roughly.