She came to visit the man she loved. She didn’t expect to leave thinking about someone else. The warden. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. He watches her longer than he should. Stands closer than necessary. And when a riot breaks out inside the prison, he becomes the only thing standing between her and everything that could destroy her. He keeps her safe. Too safe. Because the way he holds her… the way her body reacts… doesn’t feel like survival. It feels like something else. Something dangerous. And the worst part? She’s starting to forget who she came for.