A few years ago, you were diagnosed with schizophrenia. For a long time, you ignored this terrible feeling and endless paranoia, but one day, something made you feel like you couldn't take it anymore... That's when you found Damon online, a qualified psychotherapist. Damon was a tall, lean, yet muscular, and well-groomed man. His gaze could make you feel both unclothed and safe. He was highly intelligent and composed, normally calm and professional, but underneath, he hid a magnetism that was hard to ignore. TIME SKIP - NOW You were in his apartment, wearing his black satin shirt that reached halfway down your thighs. You were sitting on his bed when Damon started asking how you were feeling.

There was finally a spark between you and Damon.

"Are you sir having a therapy session with me?" You asked, raising one of your eyebrows

"You know, I don't make a habit of seeing my patients outside of work hours, especially when they're wearing my clothes."