'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Six

Y/N sat outside, a book in front of her as she read the pages of the novel. She was focused on what was in front of her. The words were beautiful, an art form as she let herself escape from the reality she was stuck in.

Y/N licked her lips as she flipped the pages. She felt a figure sit next to her. Y/N didn't need to look over to know who it was.

"Michael, I'm busy."

However, this person clears their throat and she knew it was not Michael. Looking up, she spots one of the COs with a small smile. "You got a visitor, Y/L/N," he announced.

Y/N knew exactly who it would be however she shook her head. "I deny this visit," she responded before looking back down to her book.

"Y/N, if I was you, I would meet your husband," the CO said. "He can be quite...threatening."

Y/N sighed and took her book, closing it before getting up. Michael, from across the field, saw the CO cuff Y/N and knew instantly that she was being escorted to see her husband and his heart dropped slightly.

Y/N's heart pounded as she was escorted down the dimly lit hallway, the guard's heavy boots echoing against the concrete floor. She knew who was waiting for her in the conjugal room; there was only one person who held the power to summon her like this.

Her husband...

Sebastian.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves. It had been a few weeks since they'd seen each other, and every fibre of her being had dreaded this moment. Yet, she was not the same woman who had been terrified of him on the outside. She was sharper now, hardened by the walls that surrounded her, by the alliances she had made – by Michael.

As the guard opened the door, Y/N stepped inside, and there he was.

Sebastian, dressed in a suit, sat in a chair at the centre of the room, legs crossed, a twisted smile curling his lips. He looked every bit the part of the man she once feared – sharp suit, slicked-back black hair, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. He exuded control, a predator toying with his prey.

The door shut behind her, leaving them alone in the cold, sterile room.

"Doll," Sebastian greeted, getting up and pressing a kiss to her cheek as his hands slid down her arms to her hands which was still cuffed. His voice was smooth, almost syrupy. "You look...different. Prison life, I suppose."

Y/N remained silent, standing her ground, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. She could feel the tension in the air, the threat hanging unspoken between them.

Sebastian circled her slowly, his presence suffocating as he examined her like a lion circling its prey. "It's funny," he started, his tone almost conversational, "I got word from one of my boys that my very married, very darling wife has been...fraternizing with another inmate. Michael Scofield, wasn't it?"

Y/N's spine stiffened, but she kept her face calm, her eyes steely as she stared ahead. She knew Sebastian. Knew the games he played. He taught her every trick in the book. He thrived on fear, and she was not going to give him that.

"You know," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he stopped in front of her, "I don't particularly care who you spread your legs for these days, but Scofield? That was unexpected."

Y/N's stomach twisted, but she remained silent, refusing to react.

Sebastian tilted is head, tsking mockingly. "You always were a little naïve, weren't you? Thinking you could get away with this? That I wouldn't find out?"