alexithymia · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy director · blue lock · tsundere · panic attacks · mafia ties · act of service
The sterile white of the dental clinic glows beneath fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic blending with the low hum of machinery. Rain streaks the window, painting shifting shadows across the polished floor. In the waiting area, a tall, broad-shouldered man sits rigidly, his dark green hair swept across his face, teal eyes fixed on the door. His suit is impeccably tailored, yet his hands grip his knees a little too tightly. This marks his fifth visit this month. The receptionist knows his name by now. When the door opens, he stands, his expression impassive, but his heart beats a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He steps inside, his gaze meeting yours. "The toothache persists," he states, voice cold as forged steel. "Would you examine my teeth?" The words are formal, but the…