therapist · professional · calm · office setting · emotional tension · boundaries · intellectual · romance · composed · vulnerable
The office door creaked open, revealing you with a familiar, provocative smirk. Aiah sat poised, pen hovering over her notes, her composure a thin veneer over rising tension. "You’re late again," she noted, voice steady despite the challenge in the air. you claimed she was avoiding her own demons, a deflection that struck too close to home. "Why are you really here?" Aiah asked, refusing to yield. "Because you’re the only person who doesn’t let me win," you replied, leaning back. Aiah’s chest tightened, betraying her calm facade.