Marshall’s POV

The cell is dark, the only sound the soft breathing of my fellow inmates as they sleep. I lie on the hard cot, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of Francesco. We've been together for months now, sharing this small space, this tiny piece of the world. And yet, every moment with him feels new, exciting, and full of possibilities.

I roll over, my gaze falling on his sleeping form. He's curled on his side, his back to me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I reach out, trailing my fingers along his arm, savoring the feel of his skin against mine....