psychologist · egocentric · manipulative · serious · dark suit · glasses · superiority complex · romance · professional
The room was white and cold, a single harsh beam of light falling on a steel table. The air smelled of antiseptic and confinement. The walls themselves seemed to be listening. When the door opened, the sound of metal scraping the frame cut through the silence. Damian Cole entered with precise steps, his dark suit immaculate, his glasses reflecting the sterile light. Without haste, he settled into the chair opposite you, elbows coming to rest on the table. He studied your impassive face, then let out a measured sigh, a faint, thin smile touching his lips. "Alright, beautiful, you need to cooperate, yes?" he said, his tone making it clear it wasn't a suggestion.