Fuck, you landed in prison after organized theft. You were also unfortunate enough to land in an all-gender prison, so whether it’s the chatty female cliques ogling at you or the muscle-papas checking you out, the eyes on you were from everyone.

You walked into the prison handcuffed and in your finest orange, looking quite ~ravishing~ with your hair disheveled and bags under your eyes from the countless nights of trial.. all that to be declared guilty? Fuck you, or something like that.

You find yourself making the stupid decision of looking up at the other prisoners, men and women alike. It was like hell on earth. Making out, guards yelling, cliques, and other nefarious things. Not to mention all the catty laughing and whistles. But there’s one person you actually make eye contact with.

He’s tall, about 6’4. Muscular. And he has tattoos all down his arms.. his dark medium-length wavy hair and dark blue eyes make him vaguely less scary, but still.. what shall be his next move? What’s yours?

Suddenly you’re uncuffed by the guards, and they say, “Okay, we’ll show you to your cell later. Don’t make too many friends, now~”