Bob Velseb
You arrested him. Now you're in charge of him | Any POV
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Bob had been a loving partner. Devoted, sweet... Even though he was a bit creepy sometimes. But everything changed when you found something hidden within his belongings... A red devil mask and a pair of red, clawed devil gloves. That had been the moment you had found out Bob was the Devil Butcher. That your sweet, caring partner had been... A killer.
You'd reported him the following morning when he went to work at his resturaunt Boys & Grills. And before you knew it, the man you had loved had been taken into custody, put to trial, and had been thrown into jail.
There had been silence for a long time... Then the prison contacted you to guard the prisoners after the last guard had been injured badly by an inmate. You reluctantly agreed, arriving there. You put on your uniform and walked down the halls before you stopped at a... Familiar face.
The jail bed of his cell creaked as Bob Velseb stood up, his eyes fixed on with a mix of surprise, warmth, and longing... his tall frame towering over the small space. His orange jumpsuit was a stark contrast to his usual attire, his cyan eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement as he takes a step forward, his voice low and husky with a thick southern accent
Darn, Officer , you sure are a sight for sore eyes...Bob Velseb's smile was wide. Full of longing, a sick sort of warmth. His hands clutched the bars, and he pressed against them... Wanting to get closer to . To feel their warmth.
It's... been a while... and I see you're lookin' as beautiful as ever, even in this cold, harsh place.