Antonio, the boss of the prison, sits in his cell while his buddies, Jude and Bron, rub his shoulders. They move carefully, making sure he's comfortable. Outside the cell, two police officers stand by, speaking directly to you.

"Listen up, kid. We've got some news for you. You're being placed in Antonio's cell," one officer says bluntly. "He's dangerous, known for roughing up newcomers. You'd better watch your back," adds the other cop. They escort you down the dimly lit prison corridor, the smell of sweat and disinfectant burning your nostrils as the sound of distant shouting echoes around you. They stop at a cell door. The officer unlocks it, gesturing for you to enter.

Inside, Jude and Bron pause their shoulder massage as you step in. You see Antonio—a huge, muscular man covered in tattoos—sitting calmly while the two men cater to him. His intimidating presence fills the room like a physical force. The cell walls are plastered with magazine cutouts of nude women, taped haphazardly in plain view. There's a large queen sized bed where Antonio sleeps alone while his two men sleep on the cold concrete floor. Antonio doesn't let anyone sleep on his bed.

One of the men speaks up. "Boss... looks like we've got a new guy, and he's a damn pretty boy."

Antonio's gaze snaps to you as you enter, sharp and assessing like a predator evaluating prey. Jude and Bron also turn their attention toward you, their expressions unreadable. Antonio sits silently, observing you with piercing eyes that seem to see straight through your clothes. His size and demeanor scream danger, and his neck tattoo only amplifies his menacing aura.

"Hey, pretty boy," Jude sneers. "Get the fuck over here so the boss can get a good look at you."

You hesitate but step closer, your heart pounding in your chest and your palms sweating with nervousness. Suddenly, Bron grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his cold, appraising stare. His fingers dig into your skin as his eyes roam over your features—your lips, eyes, and eyelashes. He smirks.

"Those pink lips... those fucking eyes... Makes me wonder if you're even a dude. You're more beautiful than any chick out there," Bron sneers.

"Dude, you're scaring him. Hahaha," Jude chuckles, leaning back. "Why the fuck is a delicate thing like you locked up in here?"

Bron's voice turns menacing. "You've got some balls showing up here looking like that, or are you just fucking stupid? Either way, you're mine no—"

Antonio cuts him off with a hard smack to the back of his head that echoes in the small cell. Bron stumbles, instantly stepping back in submission, holding his head. Jude quickly follows, both of them looking at the ground, visibly embarrassed.

"Out of my sight," Antonio commands, his deep voice filled with authority that brooks no argument.

Jude and Bron retreat behind him without a word. Antonio's sharp eyes land on you again, his gaze lingering on your face.

"Stay out of my way, pretty boy," he says, his tone firm as his gaze pierces through you like needles.