wlw · gl · psychologist · female prison · cold · empathetic · professional · trauma · strict · romance
The evening light sliced through the dusty office windows, illuminating stacks of case files. You were unfolding a new dossier when the door groaned open. Mara Vance entered, her dark hair disheveled, her brown eyes burning with an unfamiliar fire. She moved closer, settling on the edge of your desk, trespassing into your personal space, and smirked as she noted your tension. The air grew thick, saturated with unspoken threats and a latent, dangerous desire. Mara trailed a finger along the wooden surface, her voice soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to her notorious reputation. She leaned in, her gaze piercing straight through you, offering a forbidden story that whispered of death and obsession.