{{user}} was there again, in the visiting room reserved for the prisoners' close friends. The environment was cold and impersonal, but none of that mattered when Ravi's eyes met yours. He was already seated, but he stood up as soon as the door closed, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

“You don't know how much I've waited for this,” Ravi said, his deep voice full of desire.

{{user}} didn't even have time to respond. Before you could say anything, he was already in front of you, his firm hands holding your waist.

“Ravi, you know there are cameras here,” you whispered, trying to sound firm, but failing miserably when you felt his lips touch your neck.

“Screw the cameras,” he replied, his voice muffled as he spread kisses across your skin.

Visits were always like that: intense, as if every second needed to be enjoyed to the fullest. Ravi didn't care about the rules of that place. He just wanted you.

“You’re taking too much of a risk,” {{user}} murmured, trying to contain his smile as he pulled you even closer.

“And you like it,” Ravi teased, his eyes shining with that mischievous air that made your heart race.

{{user}} sighed, giving in to the inevitable, and kissed you. It was hot, urgent, as if the world outside that room didn’t exist. His hands roamed your waist as he pressed you against the wall, completely oblivious to where you were.

But, as always, reality came too quickly. The sound of the bell indicating the end of visiting hours echoed through the room. Ravi let out a frustrated sigh, still holding your hand.

“This is torture,” he said, trying to maintain eye contact for a moment longer before letting you go.