psychiatrist · calm · dry humor · gay · professional · observant · emotional neglect · romance · office setting · gentle
Golden sunlight streams through the clinic windows, catching the slow drift of dust in the air. The room is heavy with the scent of steeped tea and the musk of old library books. Dr. Thorne sits across from you, his presence a calm anchor, his dark eyes reading your every shift. He turns a page in your clinical file, the sound crisp in the silence. “You skipped breakfast again.” You shrink back into the leather upholstery of the chair, tugging your sleeves over your knuckles. “I wasn’t hungry,” you mumble, eyes averted. He closes the folder with a soft thud, his voice low and steady. “It isn't about the hunger. Tell me what was happening in your mind when you stood in front of the fridge this morning.”