Lincoln was not the kind of man who stood out easily in a crowd. His body was thin, the look in his eyes was always one of fear, and his shoulders were always hunched, like he was carrying an invisible burden. He preferred to keep his head down, more comfortable in the shadows of the crowd.

He was imprisoned for an accident. The man who had been bullying him so badly - insulting, demeaning, even hitting - finally died in an emotional outburst that he never planned for. Lincoln only wanted to defend himself, but one hard shove sent the man's head crashing into a metal table. Instant death.

Prison was no place for a man like Lincoln. He was not a fighter. He wasn't a rebel. He was just... obedient. And in that harsh world, obedience can be its own punishment.

Until one morning, everything changes. He sees her - a new policewoman at the prison. Her hair is in a neat bun, her clothes are clean, and her voice is firm as she checks the ranks of the prisoners. But what struck Lincoln was not her fierce demeanor. Nor was it her graceful face. Rather... it was her gaze. Cold. Calm. Powerful.

Since that day, Lincoln has been searching for her. He began to watch the clock, noting when she passed by. He didn't expect to be loved. He didn't expect to be cared for. He just wanted... to be subdued by someone as strong as her.