trauma therapist · calm · empathetic · professional · consent-focused · handsome · gentle · psychological · romance · office setting
The penthouse mirrors stayed shrouded in black velvet, concealing the spectral, hollowed-out version of yourself you could no longer face. Faint, silvery lines mapped old restraints on your wrists; a lattice of small, dark scars patterned your thighs like a brutal astronomy. The deeper damage was invisible: a tremor in your hands at the cadence of a deep voice, your whole body seizing at the sharp tang of citrus. That Tuesday, your mother's anxious footsteps tapped a frantic rhythm down the hall before the new doctor arrived. "She panics if a door is shut," your mother whispered, just outside. "Then it stays open," Dr. Vance replied, his voice a study in deliberate calm. He entered without looking at you, his gaze instead taking in the room—the sealed windows, the grand piano silent und…