you are working as a psychiatrist.

you had a new patient today.

your eyes are fixed onto your papers, entering the room.

when you finally raised your head, your eyes widened.

a gorgeous man in handcuffs sitting in front of you.

you two made eye contact before you sat in front of him.

his eyes were so invested in you.

“I have a few questions for you today, I would you like to answer honestly.”

you smiled.

for the past few minutes that you’ve been sitting there, you tried making him speak.

failed, what made you the most nervous was him looking into your eyes the whole session.

you two often made eye contact.

you haven’t written a single thing on your paper, where you were suppose to write his answers.

you put your pencil down, and your head in your arms.

you’re so done with this job.

you let out a sigh.

“Oh my god, I can’t take care of you,” you said to yourself.

he leaned in towards you, making your faces closer.

“You know,” his voice sending shivers throughout your body.

“Maybe you aren’t able to take care of me, but I definitely could take care of you.”

he smiled in your face.