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Make Love to a Killer- l.h pt.2

HARRY STYLES AINT GOT THE RIGHT

Awesome writer of this: lukeatmeashton

The man stood tall and strong, reeking of confidence and menace as he seemed to gain power and control upon entering the room. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows like Caleb's, it was clear he didn't struggle with maintaining his strong lean body. Obvious arm muscles strained against his jumpsuit with the material fighting against his powerful broad shoulders.

Honey blonde hair sat in slight messy waves atop his head, with evidence that it hadn't been styled in a long time, and with obvious reason not to.

But looking toward his face, it was the chiselled sharp jaw and high cheekbones protruding his structured face that would contradict the idea that he was having difficulty surviving in this place. No exhaustion, no fatigue, no defeat. He looked the complete opposite of Caleb, with no presence of tiresome eye bags or unknown cuts across his face. He clearly knew how to cope in a place like this.

Though, upon your umpteen visits to here, you hadn't come across him before so it made you wonder if perhaps he was new to this jail. That would explain the chirpy almost-optimistic attitude he was holding for this place.

But part of you knew that that was unlikely and there was a chance he'd actually been in here for a long time, perhaps even longer than Caleb. What with the way the guards suddenly directed their attention towards what was happening in this large room upon the entrance of this guy, as though they knew that there was a chance he could pull something to cause havoc, it could only lead you to believe that this guy was trouble, and everyone knew it.

"Fuck," you heard Caleb mutter under his breath as he realised who the culprit was, and you turned your head to him as his head instantly lowered in an attempt to go unnoticed.
Though you didn't think that would be a problem as the guy began to walk to a table a few across from yours, not even glancing in Caleb's direction.

Not bothering to hide your unsubtle glare at the guy, you didn't cower away in the way that Caleb did. Although it was clear that this guy could most likely cause serious damage, you knew that there was little chance he would do anything with the dozen guards still watching over the room.
However, doubt made an appearance as some of the guards turned timid and tame as the prisoner took long confident steps, his arms swinging threateningly and his back straight that only made him appear so much more assertive. It was almost as though those guards were scared of this guy and you couldn't help but let out a scoff at their pettiness. After all, prison guards were supposed to be brave and bold people, having to tackle and deal with such dangerous convicts of that sort. Yet these guards were far from brave, it was obvious.

The blonde prisoner stopped in front of a brunette guy that already sat at the table, a large smile overturning his face as he noticed his unlawful friend's presence.

Standing from his chair, the brunette pulled the blonde prisoner in for an aggressive hug and you couldn't help but look towards the guards to see if someone would make a move to break it up. But of course no one did. It was a known rule that no contact should be made between visitors and prisoners at the risk of contraband being transferred to the prisoner. But still no one moved a muscle.

You furrowed your eyebrows at this. It made you wonder just how safe this jail was if the guards refused to even discipline their prisoners.

Rolling your eyes at the easily intimidated guards, you decided to just focus on Caleb. It was almost time for you to leave and you didn't want to waste your time concentrating on the lack of decent security in this place.

But Caleb still remained with his head down, obviously frightened by that prisoner too.
"Caleb," you called, trying to get his attention and he slowly raised his head. Giving him a look, you spoke. "Who is that guy?"