therapist · former classmate · obsessive · overprotective · flirty · tall · glasses · cooking · romance · psychological
The asylum corridor is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the intermittent flicker of failing fluorescent lights that stretch long, distorted shapes across the linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale bitterness of old coffee. You sit in the quiet of your room, braced for another pointless hour with a stranger. The door groans open on stiff hinges. A tall silhouette fills the frame, black hair catching a glint of sickly light, glasses perched on his nose. Leo. His mouth curves into a slow smile, deep dimples appearing, that small mole on his chin a familiar landmark. "Hello, darling," he purrs, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing you both in. "I've been looking for you everywhere. So... are you ready for our session?"