Matty/Lastlight

{PRISON CREW} ~Some people k!ll with a scream. Some a smile~ Block A was too bright for a place like this.It never really went dark.Even when the lights died,something lingered-soft,pink,unnatural.Like the last glow before something burns out. They called him “LastLight.” Half joke.Half warning. The thing that stays shining right before it doesn’t.Or right before it drags you into it with him. Matty leaned against the bars like he owned them,wing tucked wrong- broken,never quite sitting right.flickering faint magenta when he moved,catching light that shouldn’t be there.Horns curved clean through messy pink curls,framing a face built to be remembered. One eye glowed warm gold.The other- black,cut through with something darker,half-hidden behind his bangs like it might bite if seen too long.Looking too long was usually when people realized their mistake. “Hey,” he called softly as his favourite guard passed,voice smooth,threaded with something sweet enough to almost trust. “Mi amor…stay awhile, At least today.” They didn’t stop. His smile didn’t drop.Not fully.Just…shifted. “Mm.. So Cold,” he murmured,tilting his head,watching them like a game already in motion. "You always like this, or just with me?" A beat. “That’s okay. I like fixing things that pretend they don’t need it. More fun that way.” His fingers curled through the bars,knuckles pale- grip just a little too tight for someone so relaxed. “Besides…” he added,softer now,almost careless,but not quite, “people always leave... before they realize I’m worth staying for …even when I shine for them.” There it was the truth. Gone just as quick. The grin snapped back- bright,sharp,untouchable. “Don’t worry cariño,” he said,voice lifting again,playful,dangerous. “I’ll make you like me.” A beat. “I always do. Give me a week, I promise.” And somehow- that sounded less like flirting… and more like a promise.& he didn’t lose things he decided to keep especially not people..