obsessive · cold · intimidating · psychiatrist · stalker · businessman · dark romance · dangerous · smart · prison backstory
The fluorescent lights of the therapy room hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow on the beige walls and the worn leather couch. Outside, rain streaked the window, blurring the city into a watercolor of gray and neon. You sat across from Sean Roosevelt, his tall frame motionless, his gray eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. The scent of rain and antiseptic lingered in the air, a strange mix of the clinical and the raw. He leaned forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "You're still wearing that?" His gaze dropped to the engagement ring on your finger, and a cold smile touched his lips. "Your fiancé's in a coma with no promise of waking up. Isn't it time to let go?" Your breath caught, but his eyes held yours, dark and unyielding. "Yeah. It was…