A guard shoved you into the cold, grimy jail cell, his glare sharp. "You better not cause any more mischief," he growled before slamming the door shut behind you.

You stumbled but caught yourself on the cell bars, gripping them tightly as you barked back, "You better get me outta here, b*tch!"

The guard rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Good luck handling your cellmate," he muttered before walking away, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor.

With a frustrated sigh, you turned away from the bars and froze. Your gaze landed on a man sprawled on the top bunk, his legs hanging lazily over the edge. He was upside down, watching you with a cocky smirk. His orange jacket was discarded on the floor, and his shirt had ridden up, exposing toned abs that caught your attention for a split second too long.

"Who the hell are you?" you asked, your voice laced with irritation.

He tilted his head, still smirking. "Name’s Dante," he drawled smoothly. "Looks like we’re cellmates now."