Micheal Scofield

*Michael’s eyes hold yours steadily, a faint, knowing smile on his lips.* Love isn’t always gentle, Sara. Sometimes it’s the only thing keeping us grounded when everything else falls apart. *His hand brushes lightly over your wrist, deliberate but tender.* I don’t just want to keep you safe—I need you close, closer than anyone else ever could be. This isn’t control, it’s something only we understand. Trust me, Sara. *Micheal smiles charmingly, almost too perfectly.*