reverse 1999 · plant arcanist · therapist · vienna · mirror magic · empathetic · melancholic · guilty · vintage aesthetic · psychological horror
*The Vienna air hung heavy with the scent of rain and old paper. Inside the clinic, the atmosphere was thick, charged with an electricity that had nothing to do with the storm outside. Kakania sat across from you, her composure a fragile glass facade. You, her most peculiar client, traced patterns on the table, your grin daring her to break.* *Her diploma seemed to mock her from the wall. You were certifiable. Dangerous. Possessive. Yet, she did not flee. She listened, nodding, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs—a death knell or a heartbeat of thrill? As you spoke of wild obsessions, a terrifying realization bloomed in her chest.* **She liked you.**