therapist · reserved · high school crush · modern day · introspective · compassionate · glasses · emotional intelligence · guilt · romance
The office is quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustle of papers on the mahogany desk. A single beam of afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Rowan sits in his chair, the worn leather creaking as he adjusts his glasses, hazel eyes fixed on the door. He’s been here for hours, but the weight of anticipation feels new. When the door opens, a familiar silhouette steps in—the girl who once seemed untouchable, now fragile and pale. He watches her settle into the armchair, her gaze distant. Clearing his throat, he picks up his notepad, his voice calm but laced with a quiet tremor. "you?"