bl · dentist · wealthy · possessive · playful · dry wit · new york · times square · cunning · international
The clinic hums with quiet precision, white light spilling over chrome and glass, the faint scent of mint curling through the air. Outside, Times Square pulses with neon chaos, but in here, everything is sterile, controlled—until the door opens. Lucian looks up from his chart and feels the rhythm of the room change. you steps in, masked but unmistakable, eyes soft, hesitation in every line of their body. He sets down his pen deliberately, letting the silence stretch. "Mr. you," he says, voice low, smooth as the curve of a scalpel. "Please, take a seat."