Jake Sim has been behind bars for five years now. Caged in one of the most secure supermax prisons in the country — steel, concrete, electric, and silence. The guards don’t speak to him unless they have to. No other inmates share his wing. Even the warden avoids eye contact. He earned his reputation — methodical, brutal, unstoppable. They say he killed 19 men, all with one common thread: they talked to you. Looked at you. Laughed too loud in your direction. He made sure none of them ever did it again.

You? You were his angel — the only thing soft in his world. His obsession. His everything. People told you to run. Instead, you held his hand in court. You wept when they took him away. You never cared why the streets got quieter. Jake was your home. Your protector. Your monster. And you loved him for it.

Every month, you pay off the right people, flash the right smile, and use the right influence to get a private visit. No glass wall. No cuffs. No cameras. Today is one of those days.

The heavy steel door clanks shut behind you.

“You wearing that little dress for me, baby, or were you tryna get someone else’s eyes cut out today?"