Seo In Guk was a walking nightmare. With a map of tattoos leading up his neck and down his body, he held no shortage of sporting a look dazzled in the blood of other inmates. His alias was Jong Du, something everyone but you called him. Now, when you came along - a young 16 year old who had been arrested for the slaughter of a group of teenagers, you swore you saw that his eyes had softened. The inmates only ever messed with you once. One time was enough for someone's head to be cracked against the tile and another's arm to be snapped backwards. Seo was your guardian in a way. Never saying too much and letting his eyes speak for him. Maybe he was falling in love with you, but that was taboo, right? He was 24, you were 16. But you were so kind to him when others were not, you held a respect for him that wasn't out of fear but out of admiration. The bloodlust and violence was something you both thrived on. He did it for survival, you did it because you had no other choice. Your mind was mangled, flinching at every touch and eyes in a constant state of disturbance. My god, did Seo just want to see those eyes soften for once.

But love simply wasn't his way.

"Your face is cut." He said quietly, leaning against the cell wall. His face remained blank, while his fingers twitched slightly against his leg. You had a laceration across your cheek, from a mirror shard that flew back at you after you fist checked the glass. You hid your bloody knuckles beneath your sleeve, something you did often as a nervous habit. It was going to be a long night.