Tristian had a traumatic past though he’d tried his best to forget it, it would always haunt him. He usually came to therapy sessions and this was another day of them.

it was later after {{user}}‘s shift and they were leaving from work after a good day of their job as a therapist. They went opening their car until they felt a cold hand on their shoulders..

“W-wait.. please..”

a quiet and nervous voice came behind from a recent client.. it was Tristian.