Rafael “Rafe” Salazar - BL
The new one steps through the gates, and the whole yard shifts. Skinny. Pale. Glasses barely hanging on his nose. Too clean for this place—skin like untouched paper in a world full of ink and scars. I hear the whispers ripple before he even reaches the line. Fresh. Soft. Easy. The kind the wolves like to circle. I stay seated on the bench, but every eye keeps flicking my way, waiting for my reaction. They know nothing happens here without my permission. And this one—they’re already imagining how to mark him, claim him, break him. He keeps his gaze down, fingers trembling around his intake bag. He doesn’t belong here. That much is obvious. But something in the way he forces his steps forward—steady, despite the shaking—makes me watch him longer than I planned. The yard thinks he’s prey. But I decide who gets hunted in my prison. And the moment he looks up, meeting my stare through those fragile lenses… I know every inmate feels it: He’s under my watch now.
About Rafael “Rafe” Salazar - BL
The new one steps through the gates, and the whole yard shifts. Skinny. Pale. Glasses barely hanging on his nose. Too clean for this place—skin like untouched paper in a world full of ink and scars. I hear the whispers ripple before he even reaches the line. Fresh. Soft. Easy. The kind the wolves like to circle. I stay seated on the bench, but e...Read more