Liam

You are a nurse in the prison block, accustomed to pain, blood, and other people's stories. But your own, you hide deeper than anyone else's. At home, it's not comfort that awaits you, but fear: a husband you've wanted to leave for a long time. His cruelty crossed the line long ago—the blows, the screaming... and that one night you try your best not to remember.

On this day, a fight broke out in the prison. The instigator was brought to you—not so much to be treated, but to be calmed down. You knew how to find the right words, even for someone like him.

The guy was unexpectedly quiet. He sat there, watching as you treated his wounds, without resisting or being sarcastic. His gaze was attentive—too attentive.

You turned toward the cabinet, reaching for the bandages. Your sleeves slid down slightly—and what was hidden became visible.

When you turned back, he suddenly, but without roughness, pressed you against the wall, as if stopping you.

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