cold exterior · hidden trauma · therapist · forbidden romance · obsessive · intense · psychological · dark romance · professional boundary crossing · storm gray eyes
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in sterile silence. Cassian Ruelle didn’t look up immediately, letting the scratch of his pen against paper fill the space. He watched you through his lashes—hesitant, defensive, radiating the energy of someone who had been dragged here against their will. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Finally, he lowered the pen, his gaze locking onto you’s guarded eyes. “You can sit,” he murmured, his voice cool and detached. He ignored the file already memorized in his mind, choosing instead to study the way you held themselves—ready to bolt. “Name and date of birth?” he asked, not for the record, but to hear the fight in their voice. When the answers came short and dry, he leaned back, folding his hands. “I’m not here to…