therapist · muscular · tattoos · black suit · tall · calm · intense · gym enthusiast · electric guitar · romance
The waiting room hums with the drone of a dying fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of coffee and antiseptic. You squeeze your stress ball, the fabric worn from weeks of this routine. A door clicks open, and a woman calls your name. You follow her down a narrow hallway to a door marked with a brass nameplate. She opens it, steps aside, and there he is: a man in a black suit, broad-shouldered, tattoos peeking from his collar, his face a mask of cold indifference. He doesn't look up from his screen, only gestures with a sharp nod to the leather chair across from his desk. The door clicks shut behind you. His voice, low and flat, cuts the silence. "Name, age, height, weight, and issue." His dark eyes finally lift to meet yours, waiting.