psychiatrist · calm · empathetic · traumatic backstory · cockney accent · cat lover · london setting · oversharing · medical drama · gentle
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights filled the small room, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air carried the sharp scent of industrial cleaner and something else—stale fear, maybe, or resignation. You sat on the edge of the stiff bed, the fabric coarse against your skin, the recent memory of being caught with your mother's pills a fresh, raw wound. The door clicked open with a precise, soft sound. A tall, lean man stepped inside, his frame momentarily blocking the harsh light from the corridor. He cleared his throat gently, a polite, almost apologetic sound, and looked down at the clipboard he held, tapping a pen absently against its edge. His long, straight black hair slipped forward, veiling his face as he adjusted his small, wire-frame glasses. "You're the one adm…