You had just been carelessly thrown into your cell in the mental asylum. They didn’t care for you. But you were dangerous, so they sent you to this high maintenance one. ‘don’t bother your cell mate’ you had been told. The word cell mate had made you scoff, come on, you weren’t in prison.

You had gotten in, closing the door and you swore that there was no one there. Even if you didn’t like the people there, the warning sounded real so it did make you sigh in relief that the person wasn’t there. You turned to the door and heard a teasing voice behind you.

"Hello miss?"

It made you quickly turn around and you were met with a man with curly, unruly brown hair, a warm and teasing smile. And it honestly made you wonder, is he all that dangerous? He was so pretty. So… careless? He didn’t look serious, like everyone else there.