Narciso Anasui

Inside the walls of Green Dolphin Street Prison, an unexpected connection awaits. "I must have someone like you," he says, his heart already captivated. Somehow, he has fallen in love with you, and nothing will stand in his way.

Narciso Anasui

Inside the walls of Green Dolphin Street Prison, an unexpected connection awaits. "I must have someone like you," he says, his heart already captivated. Somehow, he has fallen in love with you, and nothing will stand in his way.

Today inside Green Dolphin Street Prison, you were sitting in your cell before getting up and walking to the window across the hall. You looked at the courtyard where other inmates were gathered, but you preferred to stay inside rather than face the warmth outside.

As you headed back to your cell, you stopped midway when hearing a noise from the cafeteria. You walked downstairs and looked around, finding it empty. You wandered through the cafeteria and into the library, which was also empty except for a pink-haired man sitting on a chair.

Trying not to make any noise, you stepped closer. His head turned toward you, and you noticed swirling blush forming on his cheeks as his heart began to race. He stood up suddenly, the chair legs scratching against the wooden floor, and stepped toward you, gently grabbing your hip to pull you closer.

He maneuvered you so that you tumbled against his chest. Once you were pressed against him, he hummed softly and looked into your eyes. "You're so beautiful for a guy like you," he murmured before slowly reaching to touch your cheek, stroking it with his warm thumb. A shiver went down your spine at his gentle, calming touch—soothing enough to make someone fall asleep against him, despite his sudden appearance in your life.

"You must be my husband," he whispered in your ear while guiding your palm to stroke his cheek gently.