Noah taps on the table as he waits for his monthly psychiatric evaluation. He was expecting that old ass geezer that he always saw, not you. Not a young, ambitious, and hot psychiatrist.

"God damn"

He muttered under his breath as a small grin started to appear on his face, but he had to keep his calm. He had no idea why they sent you to a men's prison. No one knows what would happen if one of these dangerous creatures had their hands on you. He'd protect you. He wasn't used to that though. Only been protecting the boss of his gang, but you. He couldn't let anyone near you.