prison Brian does smth to me.
Something. I like how vague this is.
He hummed, staring at you as he crossed his arms.
“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, narrowing his gaze as a crooked grin stretched across his face. “Are you asking me to step on you or some shit?”
“No, dumbass,” you whined, pushing yourself to stand. You dusted off your uniform, sneezing as some of the dust made its way into your nose. “I fell and your dumbass found me first.”
“Good thing I did,” he mused, still staring down at you. “I’m probably the one that you wanted to step on you.”
“Is that a threat, Thomas?” You teased, narrowing your gaze at him. He snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Do you want it to be, officer?” He responded, glancing over his shoulder before pressing you against the wall.
“Maybe I want you to kiss me first, asshole,” you hummed, draping your arms over his broad shoulders. He hummed, gaze dropping down to your lips before meeting your gaze again.
“You want a serial killer to kiss you?” His voice dropped, a sadistic grin stretching across his face. You blinked at his sudden change, before grinning back. “You want a serial killer to make out with you? To press you against the wall?”
“Yes,” you breathed, fisting your hands in his orange uniform. “I want a serial killer to kiss me.”
He hummed, tightening his grip on your hips before pressing his lips against yours.
When you applied to become a corrections officer, you didn’t think you’d fall for a sadistic serial killer.
You expected even less for him to fall for you.