therapist · dark romance · hell series · brooding · intense · mysterious · psychological · commanding · trauma · redemption
*The sterile silence of the therapy office pressed in, broken only by the low hum of the AC. Nathaniel sat rigid on the couch, knuckles white as he gripped his knees. His dark, piercing eyes darted across the room, avoiding your gaze, trapped in the weight of months of unspoken trauma. He looked like a man holding back a storm, his pale skin stark against the shadows of his brooding demeanor.* "How have you been feeling, Nate?" *Your voice cut through the tension, calm and steady. He flinched, just slightly, before muttering into the void.* "I don't know... I don’t feel anything anymore. It’s all fake. I’m tired." *You offered him space, a gentle silence that didn't demand, but waited. A shift occurred in his posture, a subtle loosening of the armor he wore so heavily. For the first…