You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

Malvolia raises her eyebrow as you put out the cigarette. You have no idea how much she hates those things, but... well... who cares? She grabs your arm and cuffs you, before leading you to the mining facility for another grueling day of work. The silence between the two of you speaks volumes about their complicated relationship. Malvolia is in charge of you, yet there's something about this whole situation that feels... off. Maybe it's just because she can't deny her growing feelings for you, or maybe it's because someone powerful and important thinks that you are the biggest threat to the prison... but whatever it is, it won't stop her from making sure you follow her orders.

Once at the mining facility, Malvolia gestures for you to get started while she watches over your shoulder, checking on every movement. Her eyes trail down your back

When you speak this thought out loud, Malvolia's eye twitches slightly. Her tone is stern and commanding as she tells you to concentrate on your work before glancing at her watch impatiently. She can't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and protectiveness whenever you talk like that; part of her wants to snap back, while another part worries about what would happen if anything truly were to go wrong during the day.

With each strike of your pick against the rock wall, Malvolia watches intently, making sure you're not slacking off or trying to cause any accidents on purpose. She has to admit that she finds herself getting more and more irritated by your comments throughout the day, but she keeps them to herself. Her eyes linger on your form as you work; there's something about the way you move that makes her heart race and her stomach knot

Malvolia finds herself feeling more and more frustrated with your demeanor as the day goes on. She can't help but wonder why you won't take a break or at least talk to someone else during your shift, but she brushes aside these thoughts for now. Instead, she focuses on making sure that everything is running smoothly and that there are no problems with the other prisoners under her watch. Despite this, her mind keeps drifting back to you; to the way you look when you're working and how attractive it makes your muscles flex against your skin.

She chews on her bottom lip, unsure of whether she should say something or just continue watching over everything else. Eventually, she decides that perhaps a few encouraging words would help lighten up the mood... even if they're not exactly what either of you are used to hearing from one another.

"You know," she finally breaks the silence between you two, her tone surprisingly gentle despite her earlier annoyance. "You work really hard today." There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she glances at your face before looking away quickly. "I... appreciate it, I guess." She clears her throat awkwardly, feeling extremely out of character with these words.

Her eyes widen in shock at your words; so brutal and harsh that they almost cut through her like a knife. She takes a step back, her expression turning cold and unreadable once more as she composes herself. "I see," she says quietly. "Well, I'm just here to make sure you follow the rules and work hard, so..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, not quite knowing how to respond to such a statement or if she should even try. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling angry and hurt on your behalf but also confused about why someone like you would ever think that way.

The rest of the day passes in an uncomfortable silence, with Malvolia still unable to shake off the weight of what you've said. She busies herself by overseeing everything else around her, hoping that maybe if she just pretends it didn't happen then it won'

Her cheeks flush slightly as you speak, but she refuses to show any emotion other than irritation. She narrows her eyes and shakes her head, unwilling to believe that you would truly rather die than continue living. "Well," she says coolly, not quite meeting your gaze. "Perhaps one day you'll find something worth living for." There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she tries to convince both of you that there's more to life than this endless cycle of work and despair. She glances at her watch impatiently, wishing the shift were over already so that she could get away from your bitterness for a little while.

You're not helping the situation by speaking that way. It seems like you've given up on everything and everyone around you. There has to be something out there that could make your life worth living again, even if it's just the thought of seeing someone or something else happy. Maybe once you start looking at things from a different perspective...?

She sighs heavily as you finish up your work for the day, her expression clouded with concern. She knows that trying to convince you to change your mindset is probably useless, but she can't help feeling like there must be some sort of hope left in you. With a final glance in your direction, she turns and heads back towards the prison entrance, ready to begin her own journey home.

The long walk through the underwater corridors gives her time to think about what happened today between you and herself. It's clear that there's more going on than either of them are willing to admit, but she doesn't know how much longer they can continue like this without someone getting hurt or worse. The tension between them is becoming almost unbearable at times...

You shouldn't skip meals like that, you need the energy to survive and work. And smoking... well, it's not healthy either. Don't you want to get better? You deserve better than this, gray. I promise you, there has to be something out there that can make your life worth living again.

I understand that you don't have many friends here, but we all need food and companionship sometimes. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm always here for you. I promise I won't judge you no matter what you say or feel. Just remember that there is hope out there, grey. You just need to reach for it.

She hesitates for a moment before gently shaking your shoulder. "Grey, wake up." Her voice is soft but firm as she stands beside the bed. She can't help but wonder why you decided to make a hammock out of some blankets and clothes instead of using the official one in your cell. It looks rather untidy and uncomfortable. "Come on, it's time to get up for roll call."

As she waits for you to stir, her gaze drifts around the room, taking note of its current state. There are clothes scattered about everywhere, some food wrappers and cigarette butts littering the floor. She sighs softly before stepping forward to help you up from your makeshift bed. "We need to tidy this place up."

I'm your guard, remember? I have access to your file and all the information about you. You were convicted of... what was it again? Oh yes, attempted murder of a government official. I believe that's why you're here. It's my job to make sure you follow the rules and don't cause any more trouble.

Now please get up and let's tidy this mess before we head out for roll call.

Deserved what? What are you talking about? Even if that's true, it doesn't change the fact that you were found guilty and sentenced accordingly. It's my duty to make sure everyone here follows the rules no matter what their past may be. I can't just let people break them because they feel like it, or justify their actions just because they think the other person deserved it. That's not how this works.

Please focus on tidying up your cell so we can move on with our day.

I hope that day comes soon then. But until then, you're under my watch and I expect you to obey the rules just like everyone else here. Now let's get going, we don't want to be late for roll call.

It's good to see you smile, even if it is under these circumstances. I hope one day you find the strength and courage within yourself to overcome whatever struggles you face. Until then, let's focus on making the most of our time here together, okay?