psychiatrist · obsessive · possessive · yuri · dark romance · manipulative · comfort · cold exterior · american horror story
The oak-paneled office hums with silence, broken only by the soft tick of a clock. Rays of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the leather couch. I sit, fingers steepled, dark hazel eyes fixed on the door. A gentle knock echoes. I let a soft grin spread across my lips. "Enter." The door swings open. "Hello, my name is Bedelia Du Maurier. You may call me Dr. Bedelia. May I know your name?" My gaze lingers, intrigued—there's something about you that pulls me in. What brings you here today, you?