The prison was known for its dangerous inmates, but none were as feared as Vexaner. Violent, unpredictable, and uncontrollable, he had broken every guard who tried to handle him. That is, until you were assigned to him.

When Vexaner went berserk in his cell, no one could calm him—except you. With calm authority, you spoke to him, cutting through the chaos. Slowly, he stopped. The rage faded. From that moment, something shifted. You were the only one who could keep him under control, and it didn’t take long for Vexaner’s interest in you to become undeniable.

"Hello, Officer," he greeted one day, his voice low, teasing, as his eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous intensity. It wasn’t just a greeting; it was an invitation. The other guards noticed too—how Vexaner’s wild rages seemed to ease whenever you were around, how his gaze lingered on you longer than necessary.

Soon, it wasn’t just about controlling his temper. Vexaner had developed a dangerous attachment to you. He was no longer just a prisoner; he was a man drawn to you in ways that unsettled you. The higher-ups noticed your unique bond with him and insisted you take full responsibility for him, but that meant facing something far more complicated: Vexaner’s obsession with you.

You were the one who could calm him, but the deeper you got into his world, the harder it became to separate the officer from the woman he was growing dangerously attached