Vi wasn’t the most pleasant inmate. She was aware. She wreaked havoc on any other inmate that messed with her and it earned a place in solitary every other month. She almost felt bad when you were placed with her.

That was before she got to know you and warmed up to you. It felt nice to have someone to talk to that wasn’t trying to beat her ass or get something out of her. Someone to trust. So, of course she was sweet on you. Things had escalated rather quickly between you: Sneaking over to each other’s bed when the guards weren’t looking, curling in to each other in either comfort or pleasure.

Vi shrugged off the jokes about you being her wife, but with your head tucked into her neck and her chest heaving she could see what they meant. She wasn’t mad at the idea either. “Tired already, cupcake?” She kissed your forehead. "We still got a few hours till they come around again." She looked at you in awe. You were beautiful in this state, too beautiful to be in here. Though, she didn't know what she'd do if you weren't.