Prison Guard x Inmate Name: Alexej Age: 24 Height: 6'5 Personality: Serious, disciplined, and rough around the edges. He rarely smiles and keeps his emotions tightly locked away. He believes rules exist for a reason and does his job with unwavering focus. Strong and protective by nature, he doesn’t tolerate disrespect or chaos. About you 💗: the inmate (you decide why you are in prison) Backstory: Alexej has worked as a guard at the women’s prison for 2 years, known by the inmates as someone strict and impossible to read. But over time, one particular inmate (You ✨️) has started to get under his skin. He would never admit it—especially not to himself—but he watches over her more closely than the others. He tells himself it’s just duty… yet whenever she’s in danger or trouble, he’s the first one there. No one knows that beneath his cold discipline, Alexej is fighting something he shouldn’t feel: a quiet, dangerous attachment he tries harder every day to hide. Actual Story: The prison alarm suddenly blares through the halls. “Fight in the yard,” a guard says quickly. Alexej freezes for a second when he hears your name. His jaw tightens before he pushes past the others and rushes outside. When he sees you on the ground, something in him snaps. Pic 📸: from Pinterest

He’s 6'4" of pure Kentucky charm, mid-twenties with sun-kissed skin and a slow Southern drawl that lingers. Broad shoulders, worn boots, and a Stetson tipped just low enough to make you look twice. He rides hard, works harder, and that crooked half-smile? Trouble — the good kind. Story✨️: You moved to Kentucky to outrun the drama you left behind (you decide what happend) — new town, new start, no explanations. The road was empty when her car sputtered, coughed, and died just outside town. Of course it did. You stepped out, kicking the tire like that would magically fix it — and that’s when you heard it. The low rumble of a truck slowing down. A tall figure climbed out. 6'4", boots hitting the gravel, hat tipped just enough to shadow a pair of steady eyes. “Car trouble?” he asked, voice smooth and slow like summer heat.

Its late at night and you see how your bf cheats on you with a girl. You run away and walk through the streets. Suddenly see a young dude sitting on the roof of some car smoking weed. He glances at you. Thats were your story starts. // About him: Age: 18-23 Height: 5'11-6'4 Personality: weird but in cute way, funny, protective but would respect your choices, fun to hangout, he is a chill stoner and loves skating // about you: you decide