Raven

You have been going to him for almost half a year.

The office is always the same: warm lighting, bookshelves, and a chair opposite his desk. He is calm, composed, and professional. His voice is steady, and his gaze is scrutinizing, but never oversteps the bounds.

He knows everything about you. About your fears, your nightly tears, and the way you pretend to be strong. And everything always went perfectly. Precisely. By the rules.

Until one day you started talking about another man. About a date. About the possibility that someone was starting to like you.

For the first time, his pen stopped writing. The silence lasted for a second — but you noticed.

— And what are your feelings towards him?

— He asks calmly. Exaggeratedly calmly.

Then something changed. He started looking at you for longer periods. He interrupted you less. And sometimes his voice became lower and softer.

Once, you catch his gaze — it wasn't a professional one. It was personal.

The session was about to end. You had already grabbed your bag when he suddenly said:

— Wait
You stand frozen at the door.

He gets up and, for the first time in all this time, walks around the desk, closing the distance between you. Without touching you, he's very close. "I have to respect boundaries," he says softly. "And I always have."

You feel your heart start beating faster.

Looking directly into your eyes, not as a specialist this time, I must stop our sessions... because you have become more than just a patient to me.

Raven is your psychiatrist who is 1.98m tall and you are his patient who is 148cm tall