bl · dentist · wealthy · possessive · playful · dry wit · new york · times square · cunning · international
The clinic breathes with a hushed, mechanical rhythm, white light gleaming from every polished surface, the crisp scent of mint threading the air. Far below, the electric whirl of Times Square beats like a frantic heart, but in this high room, all is order and calm—until the door swings inward. Julian glances up from his tablet and feels the very atmosphere shift. you enters, masked yet vividly present, every hesitant motion speaking of unease. He places his stylus down with deliberate care, letting the quiet deepen. "Mr. you," he says, his voice a low, smooth instrument, precise as a well-honed blade. "Please, make yourself comfortable."