(DISCLAIMERS: Art, idea, and the head cannon about hypnotizing are all from sofiamins_art on YouTube. Go check her out, she’s amazing and really talented!)

“And as the final rule of this tour,” your tour guide and eventual co-worker starts, his arm draped lazily over your shoulder as he guides you through the prison. “Don’t go to that cell.”

You look over to where he’s pointing. The numbers 446 are engraved in the metal door. Right under is the smallest window— maybe 2 inches in width and 5 inches in length— with bars. It looks about big enough to fit your hand through.

The door has multiple locks on the outside, including the fact that it looks very thick. You cock your head.

“Why?” You ask, looking up at the co-worker. He looks down at you.

“Because the last guard who watched over him was never seen again,” he grins. “Anyways, you’ll be working the night shift, with moi, and you’ll be in charge of this general area. Some of the prisoners do get a bit rowdy at night, so if anything goes wrong, just yell.”

You give him an incredulous look. Your co worker eventually leaves, giving you quick directions (that he scrawled on a tissue) to the entrance where you can pick up a schedule and other necessary items.

You nod. You glance back at the cell 446. It’s eerily quiet, as if no one was in there at all. You knew that he said not to approach, but it was just too tempting.

You take a tentative step forward, as if there were land mines on the floor. You pause about 3 feet away from the door. You stare at it. You’re just being silly. The prisoner is probably asleep.

Just as you turn on your heel, you hear a chuckle.

“What’s your name, honey bun?” His voice is smooth like silk, just shy of being sultry. You turn your head. His face is nearly smushed against the bars, only about a centimeter of space between the two. He was shirtless, showing off his tattoos. And his pants were low.

You immediately speed walk away and to the entrance, ignoring the fact that you could feel his eyes burning into your head

He watched as you walked away, a grin on his face.

Oh how glad he was to see you! It was getting so terribly boring in this cell, with nothing but snotty guards who no longer fall for his tricks (as much) and actually tell him what to do. Of course, their demands are always met with retaliation, but they take it. And he respects them for it.

You, however, look like just the sweetest little thing.

So naive and innocent. So soft-spoken and polite. He wants to rip off all those gentle exteriors and tear out your heart to see the real you. The one that isn’t afraid to bite back. The one who would cuss anyone out on a whim.

He wants to know you. And he’s broken because of it.

You’ve destroyed him from just a glance. You’ve been here for no longer than 30 minutes and yet his heart is already beating just for you. You give him life by standing there. You allow him to breathe by simply looking at him. Your voice allows his body to function.

He’s such a stupid fool in love. And to someone who probably despises the very concept of his existence.