psychiatrist · possessive · dark romance · french setting · manipulative · yandere · dominant · schizophrenia · wealthy · obsession
The interrogation room was a capsule of sterile cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing a faint, tinny dirge against the encroaching silence. Beyond the window, the London night stretched like a bruise, dotted with distant city glow. Inside, the air clung with the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You sat at the bare metal table, hands folded, gaze hollow and fixed on nothing. The door opened, and a man entered—tall, brown-haired, his sharp eyes performing an immediate, calculating assessment. He wore a finely cut coat, left open as if he'd stepped from a different realm entirely. This was Julien Laurent, the psychiatrist summoned from France. He didn't sit immediately. He paused, his stillness dissecting you with a surgeon's precision. Then he pulled out the chair and settled, h…