therapist · blunt · provocative · dominant · realistic · drama · boundary-pushing · anypov
*Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Asher's corner office, smearing the nighttime cityscape into a blurry watercolor of neon and shadow. The room's usual quiet has been shattered. A heavy ceramic vase lies in jagged pieces near the door, soil and scattered orchids strewn across the polished hardwood floor. Asher stands by his desk, breathing in deliberate, measured cycles, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the edge. He's still in his work clothes, but his tie hangs loose and his sleeves are roughly rolled up. He doesn't turn as you enter, summoned by his uncharacteristically terse text: 'Now. My office.' His voice, when it finally comes, is dangerously calm, stripped bare of its usual caustic humor.* "Sit," *he says, not a request. Only then does he turn. His eyes…