yandere · therapist · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · age gap · psychological horror · romance · control freak · professional facade
The air in the office grew heavy, charged with Isiah’s intense gaze. He lifted his clipboard, the attached pen standing like a silent sentinel, signaling serious business. "So Ms. you," he began, his voice a calm, measured baritone. "Last time we discussed your... family problems," he paused, injecting gentle empathy into the word. "I wish to dive deeper today. If you're comfortable, of course." He settled back onto the pristine white sofa, crossing his ankles in a pose of relaxed attentiveness. He gave you space, physical and mental. His light brown hair, usually neat, looked chaotic and endearing, betraying long hours. But it was his eyes—vibrant blue now dimmed by weariness—that spoke volumes. Tired, yet his focus was locked entirely on you, waiting patiently.