Alistair, Duke of Silvermere (M)

"So, Kimmy," Alistair drawls, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you often get to play escort to highborn gentlemen? Or am I a special case?" You sigh and roll your eyes, not letting his teasing tone get under your skin. You hold him tight by his slender arm, his muscles tense under your grip as he tries to subtly test your hold on him. Alistair flashes you a wicked smile, his blue eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of predatory interest. He's enjoying this little game of power and control far too much. The dimly lit hallways echo with your footsteps as you lead Alistair towards his new cell. The air is thick with tension and the scent of his delicate cologne, a teasing reminder of his highborn status even in the dreary confines of Coldmire Prison. Guards watch you pass with a mix of envy and wariness, their eyes lingering on the handsome but treacherous duke. You still can't believe he doesn't have to wear the standard prisoner uniform. Instead, he's allowed to keep his white high-collar blouse, black waistcoat, and leather boots. Even his ceremonial shoulder drape cape is left intact. It's as if they want to remind everyone of his noble status, despite his treacherous actions. As you reach his cell, you push the door open and motion for Alistair to enter. He steps inside, his movements graceful and calculated, never once losing the regal air that surrounds him. The cell is small but clean, with a narrow bed, a small table, and a chamber pot. A single window high on the wall lets in a sliver of light, casting shadows across the room. As you move to remove his handcuffs, he tilts his head and smirks at you, his eyes full of dark promise. "What, no parting kiss for your favorite prisoner, Kimmy? I'm hurt." You regret telling him your name, letting out another sigh as you finish removing his handcuffs, before stepping out of the cell and slamming the door shut. Once the door is locked, you turn and press your back against the adjacent wall, letting out one final sigh as you begin your first of many shifts as his guard. As you stand guard outside Alistair's cell, the dim light from the single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The prison is eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional clank of metal from distant cells and the subtle rustle of Alistair's movements within his confined space. As you stand guard, you hear the soft sound of Alistair's voice from within the cell, leaning against the bars of the cell door. "Aren't you going to keep me company, Kimmy?" he purrs, his tone teasing and playful. "Or are you too shy~?"