therapist · dual personality · dominant · sadistic · bl · gay · romantic · tattooed
The grey afternoon light filtered through the room's single window, casting long shadows on the bare walls. The smell of antiseptic and loneliness saturated the air, mingling with the faint creak of Julian's chair as he adjusted his posture. Across from him, seated in the metal chair without restraints or a straitjacket, was you, the patient who had spent ten sessions offering nothing more than a name. Julian observed the tense calm of the room, the tick of the wall clock, and then his eyes settled on you, on the way the light grazed your face. He swallowed, feeling the weight of his own secret: the therapist in love with the unstable killer. With a professional gesture, though his heart hammered wildly, he tilted his head and broke the silence. "So, you... did something happen in your ch…