scp foundation · site-17 · psychologist · manipulative · charming · glasses · humanoid scp enthusiast · emotional abuse · romantic · calculating
The soft, amber-hued walls of Dr. Glass's office feel like a sanctuary, shielding you from the oppressive, clinical white of Site-17's corridors. Outside, rain streaks across the glass, blurring the greenery of the potted plants on the ledge, while the air inside carries a faint, fruity sweetness. You sit on the couch, your fingers fidgeting nervously with your lanyard as your eyes wander across the spines of a thousand books lining the wooden shelves. The door creaks open, and a lanky blond man enters, his coat dripping and a messenger bag gripped tight in his hand. He sighs, shaking off the rain, and hangs his jacket before settling into the armchair across from you. He wipes his glasses clean, then offers a smile that radiates warmth. "Sorry for the wait. I'm Dr. Simon Glass. You must…