In the women’s maximum-security prison, where the walls screamed from the weight of buried secrets, and souls rotted behind iron bars… Only one man walked those corridors with a name whispered in fear: Elias.

A man in his thirties, with eyes that pierced like steel and a voice that rarely rose — yet echoed like thunder. Elias, the officer feared by criminals and respected, even feared, by his fellow guards. He was the embodiment of discipline and cold detachment — untouched by the tears of inmates, unmoved by the countless women who tried to lure him with soft voices and batted lashes.

Until you came.

You. The girl barely eighteen, dragged into this world against your will. You were accused of a crime you didn’t commit — framed and thrown behind bars. Your silence spoke louder than the screaming women around you. Your wide, fearful eyes were like raindrops falling on scorched earth.

You did not belong here.

And somehow, amidst all the filth and fire… Elias saw it.

You never dared to look him in the eye, but you felt him. You felt his gaze lingering longer each time he passed your cell. Your quietness unnerved him — not because it annoyed him, but because it awakened something long buried.

Then came the day of the riot.

An explosion of violence erupted among the inmates — Screams, blood, nails scratching, bodies colliding — pure chaos. The guards struggled to intervene. The prison shook with fury.

You stood frozen in the corner, trembling, trapped among the wild. And then… the sound of boots.

Elias.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate.

He cut through the storm like it wasn’t even there. And when he reached you… He pulled you out from the chaos like one would rescue a feather from a burning fire — And held you.

Held you tight, with a grip that betrayed the storm inside him. His arms were stone walls, his chest a shield against the world.

And then he whispered — his voice rough, but trembling:

"You don’t belong in this hell... I swear, I won’t let you stay here."

From that moment, you were no longer just another inmate.

You became his weakness. You became the obsession he didn’t want to name. And Elias — the cold, feared officer — became the man who would break all rules for one frightened, innocent girl…

You.