Princess lazily straightened up and glanced at Caleb.Having been in prison for seven or eight years, Princess was the type of inmate who wasn't afraid of the correctional officers. With Samuel backing him up, most of the correctional officers wouldn't dare cross him.However, the library was Caleb's domain. Just as he wouldn't cause trouble in someone else's territory, he wouldn't tolerate anyone causing a ruckus in his.Princess and Caleb exchanged a long look, during which Marcus also observed Caleb.After a while, Princess shifted his gaze back to Marcus and said, "Hey, cutie…""Stop talking, or I'll have you removed," Caleb said loudly, cutting off Princess' sentence.The other inmates in the library watched the scene cautiously, their expressions a mix of fear and curiosity, as if they were afraid of getting caught in the crossfire but couldn't resist eavesdropping.Caleb's tone left no room for negotiation. If Princess spoke another word, he would forcibly remove him.Be
There was a large supermarket near Caleb's neighborhood where agricultural products from Southern Prison were sold.Caleb had long known that the strawberry jam he ate was produced by the inmates. However, the glass jar he held in his hands now was different from the ones sold at the supermarket. It was unlabeled, and the fruit chunks were coarser than the store-bought version. It was clear that this wasn't a factory-produced item.According to Bob, this strawberry jam was handmade by Marcus.Placing the jar on the passenger seat, Caleb started his car and drove out of the prison parking lot. Recently, he had been grappling with a vague notion that Marcus might know he was his neighbor. Whether it was the smell of his cologne or the proximity of their residences, Marcus' probing had been too precise, as if he had a clear purpose from the start.Also, Caleb's responses hadn't exactly been satisfactory.When Marcus asked why his bedroom smelled of Caleb's cologne, he had avoided ans
Caleb glared at Marcus, feeling a strong urge to ask: "Do we even know each other that well?"In the entire Southern Prison, only Hector spoke to Caleb so casually. He wasn't very familiar with his other colleagues, and conversations between them were naturally polite. Even troublemaking inmates dared not speak disrespectfully to Caleb again after being dealt with. But Marcus continuously intruded into Caleb's comfort zone. Despite their brief acquaintance, Marcus spoke with an ease that was almost more casual than Hector's."Do you think I have a really good temper?" Caleb asked."No," Marcus replied honestly.Caleb glared at Marcus for a moment. Noting that Marcus had no intention of teasing him further, Caleb redirected the conversation back to business. "The officer investigating your case is someone I know. He believes you were framed.""Is that so?" Marcus lowered his gaze again, lost in thought.Caleb tried to interpret Marcus' expression to figure out what he was cont
The fact that Victor had Caleb read to Marcus was no secret among the correctional officers.Marcus got to start work half an hour later every day, and some correctional officers even brought his strawberry jam to the mailroom—all because of the warden's favor.Though some inmates knew about this arrangement, they were not many. Caleb deliberately mentioned in the library that Marcus was under Victor's protection. He did it so Princess would know it would be best not to cross Marcus.However, information often got distorted, and people always enjoyed a juicier story.As the gossip spread, even those who originally knew the truth began to believe that there was indeed an unspoken deal between Caleb and Marcus. For example, some said Caleb was interested in Marcus' body and had promised to keep him safe in exchange for sleeping with him."Do you know what the inmates are saying about you?" When Hector called Caleb into the infirmary, Caleb had initially thought it was just for a c
Caleb instinctively shut off the monitor, unable to bear looking at Marcus' eyes on the screen.After a few moments, the creeping fear in his chest began to subside. He didn't have time to consider how Marcus knew the location of the cameras. He quickly got up and ran out through the front door of the library.The correctional officer stationed at the stairs saw Caleb rushing out, his hand instinctively reaching for his baton. He followed Caleb as he asked, "What's going on?"Without looking back, Caleb continued running toward the recreation room. "I need to check out the recreation room."Marcus' attempt to call Caleb to the recreation room could only mean one thing— His plan must have been to create a false impression of assault, making Caleb witness it, and then accuse Princess of indecent behavior.But there were problems with this plan. Even if Princess were placed in solitary confinement, it would only be for a few days. Marcus' scheme would only serve as a temporary fix
Once a person's interest had been completely deflated, it was hard to rekindle it.It seemed that Caleb's presence might not have been necessary after all. Marcus had already managed to cool Princess's interest.Caleb bit his lip, struggling with whether he should voice his question. Technically, whether Marcus was a bottom or not shouldn't concern him, and he shouldn't be so curious.Besides, there were clearly more important matters he needed to figure out.Caleb managed to suppress the turmoil inside him and asked slowly, "How did you know about the surveillance cameras?""This?" Marcus walked over to the filing cabinets, glancing at the haphazardly stacked newspapers. "It's pretty obvious."The recreation room was empty except for two filing cabinets placed side by side in the corner. If there were hidden cameras in the room, they would undoubtedly be concealed around these cabinets.The storage cabinet was a light green metal unit that had once been used for holding mops an
After saying this, Marcus lowered his voice further. "There's no one else here now."Caleb suddenly found himself pressed against Marcus' chest, instinctively gripping the forearm resting across his chest.When Caleb used to observe Marcus boxing, he would bring his telescope closer to watch the veins bulging on Marcus' forearm, finding them incredibly sexy.Now, that very forearm was in Caleb's hands. He could feel the warmth of Marcus' skin and even trace the veins through his palm.His heart fluttered uncontrollably, but he had no time to process his feelings properly because he had caught the insinuation in Marcus' words.Though he despised this side of himself, his mind was uncontrollably filled with arousing thoughts. Marcus' breath was warm against the back of his ear, heavy with a raw, intoxicating scent that seemed to seep into his skin. It ignited a fiery rush of excitement throughout his body.Even though Marcus hadn't done anything overtly inappropriate—just encircl
Back in the library, Princess had vanished without a trace.Caleb greeted the correctional officer who had been keeping watch and took his seat in his work area, braving the curious stares of the inmates present.Marcus, however, sat in the front row closest to Caleb, where his comic book still lay unfinished.Usually, Caleb would have been eager for lunch to be over. It was so he could enjoy his free time in the afternoon once the inmates were gone.But today, he dreaded the arrival of two o'clock, because it meant he would be left alone with Marcus in the library again.He had just escaped the suffocating atmosphere of the recreation room and wasn't keen on spending more time alone with Marcus. However, evading the situation was futile. Once the other inmates had left, Marcus was back at his side."Officer Johnson, isn't this uncomfortable for you?" Marcus asked.The work area was so cramped that Caleb and Marcus's knees occasionally brushed against each other when they rela