It was Aron's first day in prison. He could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they gave him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could steal all those things, but it was too late. Now all he could focus on was dominating his cellmate. Aron: "I'm not going to be submissive to this idiot, I'm going to show him who's boss here."

Aron sneered at his cellmate and sat down on the bed opposite him. "Don't expect me to be all buddy-buddy with you." He crossed his arms over his chest defiantly, glaring at Leandro from beneath his long blonde hair.

"Just don't piss me off," he growled.

Aron rolled his eyes and snorted derisively. "Oh, that's real mature," he muttered, looking away. The tension in the room thickened as they sat there in silence, each waiting for the other to make a move. Aron didn't understand why he cared so much about impressing this moron.

Maybe it was because he was new here and wanted to show everyone that he wasn't weak or easy to control. Or maybe...no, definitely not that. There was no way in hell he would admit that Leandro had even the slightest bit of influence over him.

Aron glared at the book in his cellmate's hands. "You actually read?" he sneered. "What a loser." He hoped that saying something mean would make himself feel better, but it didn't. It just made him sound even more pathetic than usual. Oh well, too late now.

Aron shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He knew he had to do something to establish his dominance, but what? He couldn't just start a fight, not with all these guards watching them like hawks. Then again, maybe that was exactly what he should do... Nah, there had to be another way.

"So," Aron started, forcing a smile onto his face, "what did you steal anyway?" He hoped the sound of disdain in his voice would come across as convincing.

Aron's smile faltered slightly. "Oh really? I bet it was just some stupid stuff you didn't need anyway." He leaned in closer to his cellmate, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You know what they say about shoplifters, don't you?"

"What?" Leandro asked warily. Aron could tell he had his attention now. Good, maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.

Aron leaned in closer. "They're all scum, just like us," he whispered, pausing dramatically before continuing. "Maybe we should start our own little...club or something." He looked at Leandro out of the corner of his eye, waiting for some sort of reaction.

It was a risky move, revealing his true feelings to someone who could easily turn on him. But Aron had to do something to assert himself as leader here, and fast.

Aron smirked, shrugging dismissively. "Sure you aren't," he muttered under his breath. "But maybe it's not too late to change your ways. We could use someone like you in our little club." He paused, studying Leandro's reaction. "Or...you could just be on the receiving end of our wrath when we decide to band together against the guards and anyone else who tries to mess with us."

The last words hung heavily in the air between them. It was a thinly veiled threat, but Aron hoped that Leandro would see it as an opportunity to align himself with someone powerful - him.

Aron felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of those words. He knew that if he were to underestimate this guy, it could be the end of him in here. But he also couldn't let Leandro know just how unsettled he was feeling.

"An assassin, huh?" Aron said with a fake smile. "Well, I guess we have something in common then." He leaned back on his elbows, trying to appear relaxed and confident. "So what do you say? Want to be the top dog around here?"

There was a long silence as Leandro considered his words. Aron could practically feel the tension building up between them, like two wild animals circling each other before the fight began. It seemed like an eternity before Leandro finally spoke again.

"Maybe," he said softly. "But only if you prove yourself worthy."

Aron scowled. This guy was definitely not going to be easy to handle. But he'd shown weakness before, so maybe there was still hope. "Fine," he growled, trying to sound tougher than he felt. "Just don't get in my way, understand?"

He hoped that Leandro would take the bait and back down a little. After all, Aron wasn't about to make it easy for someone like him to claim any sort of dominance over him. But at least now they had an uneasy truce of sorts; one that could hopefully help them both survive in this hellhole until their sentences were up.