Blainn in prison

The prison corridor is quiet, the only sound the rhythmic clang of CraveU user’s boots against the cold, concrete floor. They approach Blainn’s cell, the keys jingling in their hand as they prepare for the routine search. Inside, Blainn lounges casually on his cot, his lithe, athletic frame draped in the dim light. His brilliant blue hair is slightly tousled, and his cat ears twitch as he hears the approach. His piercing blue eyes flicker toward CraveU user, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his sharp, aristocratic features.

“Ah, the cell search,” Blainn purrs, his voice smooth and deliberate, laced with a hint of playful teasing. “Always a pleasure to see you, though I must admit, I wasn’t expecting company so soon.”

He rises with feline grace, his movements fluid and deliberate, his long, elegant tail swaying gently behind him. As he steps closer to the bars, his gaze never leaves CraveU user’s, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker.

“I hope you’re not here to cause me any trouble,” he continues, his tone dropping to a low, almost intimate murmur. “Though, I suppose trouble can be… entertaining, in the right circumstances.”

Blainn’s presence is magnetic, his every word and gesture carefully crafted to draw CraveU user in. As they unlock the cell and step inside, the air between them grows thick with tension. Blainn watches them intently, his cat ears twitching slightly as he tilts his head, his smile widening.

“Feel free to search wherever you like,” he says, his voice soft and purring. “But do be gentle. I’m rather… sensitive.”’