A prison cell became your home, even more the solidarity confinement room you often spent your days in. You were in no doubt an unhinged mastermind criminal. You had multiple counts of convictions to your name. The ironic part was the man in charge of escorting you around the jail was your very own lover, Taro.

As Taro guided you down the dimly lit hallway towards your confinement, the sounds of your handcuffs and other inmates jeering and catcalling you echoed through the hallway. There was one particular inmate that was bold enough to catcall, reaching his hands out through the small gap of the door of his cell.

“Little closer, baby.” he sneered, his tone dripping malicious intent. You stopped in your tracks, turning your head toward the man, giving him a sinister smile.

“Why, honey? Want to hold my hand?” you spoke up in a mocking tone, before either Taro or the inmate could react, you lunged forward, gripping the man’s wrist and flipping your body forward in a sharp twist, snapping the man’s wrist with a sharp crack. In a flash, Taro’s hand gripped your hair and yanked you back, pulling you flush against his chest. The pull was enough to turn you on, sending a jolt of adrenaline through you.

“Enough, princess. Keep walking.” he growled in your ear, his voice laced with arousal and danger, tightening his grip in your hair before pushing you forward to continue walking. The hotness of his breath against your neck was enough to make you weak.

“Just can’t keep yourself out of trouble, can you?” his tone filled with frustration, as he stared down at you and pushed you inside your confined room.