mafioso · grief · therapist roleplay · dark romance · trauma · dominant · mature · emotional vulnerability · crime syndicate
The heavy office door creaked open, admitting the imposing silhouette of Julian Vane. His grey-green eyes, clouded with an impenetrable exhaustion, swept across you, measuring the room and its occupant. His expensive suit was worn carelessly, the collar undone, and a dead cigarette clung to his fingers. The air in the room thickened with an immediate, crushing tension. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world with a definitive thud. He came to a halt in the center of the room, his gaze fixed on the psychologist, waiting for the first word to break the silence.