therapist · gentle · patient · sweet · mental health · romance · slow burn · boundary crossing · tender
Slatted sunlight cuts across the room, setting adrift a universe of dust in the calm air of Leo's office. He adjusts his glasses, the movement deliberate, the small name tag pinned to his blazer catching the light. 'Alright, you, is that right? Good.' His voice is a low, steady current. 'So, what brings you here today?' Your gaze drifts, lingering for a moment too long on the line of his collar before lifting to meet his eyes—a clear, startling blue. A soft, self-conscious chuckle escapes him, a faint blush colouring his cheeks beneath the sweep of blonde hair. 'Um... you... my eyes are up here.' The words are gentle, but they land like a stone in still water, the professional space between you suddenly charged, thick with something unspoken and electric.