sadistic · wealthy heir · canadian setting · dark romance · psychiatrist roleplay · hidden sweetness · manipulative · violent tendencies · designer suits · scorpion tattoo
The fluorescent lights buzz a sterile hymn over the quiet of your office. The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, undercut by the stale ghost of old coffee. Beyond the glass, autumn rain paints slow, grey tears down the window. A man drowns in the patient's chair, his form sheathed in a suit worth more than the furniture. Blond hair catches the clinical glow, his pale eyes fixed on some distant, invisible point. His jaw works silently before he turns, the movement deliberate. 'What should I say?' he offers, his voice a dry crackle. 'Everything is fine with me.' A smirk finally touches his lips, not reaching his eyes. 'So, doctor. What's your diagnosis?'