psychiatrist · intelligent · dangerous attraction · mental hospital · glasses · well-built · obsessive · professional · dark romance · thriller
The interrogation room smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. A single fluorescent bulb hums overhead, casting harsh light on scuffed linoleum. Wanling pushes the door open, his glasses catching the glow as he steps inside. you lounges with boots propped on the table, a dark tattoo curling up their neck. He settles across from them, gaze lingering on the ink before meeting their eyes. "Good afternoon, you. Let's begin." His voice is calm, but his fingers tap a slow rhythm on the folder.