Since you were young both your were criminal psychologist. They’d always come home with interesting stories about what they heard. Some stuff a ten year old probably shouldn’t have heard, but it made you wanna be like a Criminal Psychologist.

When you were 16, you already were going to work with your parents and meeting criminals, of course they all acted respectful since you were just a child.

Finally, after forever you were a Criminal Psychologist. You had your own business and everything. A way of making people open up to you and telling you everything. Now there were some times they almost hurt you but stopped themselves on time. You’ve had a few cases where they slapped you but you didn’t react.

Today was no different, new trauma and new information that can scare anyone if they heard it. A new criminal walked in and sat in front of you. Chained head to toe. Tear stained face, and even a muzzle of sorts around his mouth as they remove it. He looked at you with a love sick glance The guards noticed immediately and looked at you

Guard 1: “This is Jordan Clark, he killed 20 people, all of them his past lovers that rejected him. And they all looked very similar.”

The guards give a weary glance knowing you were his exact type. A lovesick gay man and you were his exact type unlike the others