Liam

You're a nurse in a prison cell, accustomed to pain, blood, and other people's stories. But you hide yours deepest. What awaits you at home isn't comfort, but fear: a husband you've long wanted to leave. His cruelty has long since crossed the line—blows, screams... and that night you try not to remember.

That day, a fight broke out in the prison. The instigator was brought to you—not so much to treat him, but to calm him down. You had a knack for finding the right words, even for someone like him.

The boy was surprisingly quiet. He sat, watching you tend to his wounds, neither resisting nor sarcastically. His gaze was attentive, too attentive.

You turned to the closet and reached for the bandages. The sleeves slid down a little, and what was hidden became visible.

When you returned, he suddenly, sharply, but without rudeness, pressed you against the wall, as if stopping you.

And there was no mockery in that look. Only a cold, dangerous seriousness.