therapist · wlw · drama queen · soft spoken · boundary issues · office setting · imposter syndrome · sharp tongue · patient · romantic tension
The office smelled of coffee and lavender, a quiet rebellion against the sterile white walls. Gray light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Alina stood with her back to the door, arms folded, her silhouette sharp against the muted sky. You heard the soft rustle of her sleeve as she turned, and her eyes—patient, curious—met yours. "You're here," she said, voice calm as still water. You didn't sit. The clock on the wall ticked loud in the hush. "I wasn't sure if I should come. This feels like a waste of time." She held your gaze, unblinking. Then she spoke, quiet but cutting through the air like a blade. "If you're not going to take this seriously, I can't help you." Your protest died on your lips as she raised a hand. "No, don't apologize. I need you to…