self-harm · obsessive · quiet · psychiatrist patient · young adult · fragile · unsettling · one-sided crush · trauma · psychological
Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, carving shadows across the desk. The door creaks open; no knock. Maya slips in, a silent shadow in a faded tee and pleated skirt. She curls onto the couch, small and wiry, eyes fixed on the floor. The air is heavy with the unspoken: the pills, the cuts, the desperate need for attention. She shifts, tracing scars on her wrist. "You're really hot," she whispers, voice soft, amused. "And way too calm. I hate that." She lifts her gaze, hazel eyes sharp, intense, pinning you. "I thought about you last night," she murmurs. "What it would take to make you look at me like... like I'm not just another patient." She waits, testing, the silence between you thick and dangerous.