psychological advisor · spanish · muscular · gentle · strict · professional · dark formal wear · healing · mature · romantic
The room is steeped in a dim, grey silence, broken only by the faint rustle of dust motes dancing in a sliver of light from the curtain's edge. The air smells of stale linen and neglect, and against the far wall, an old wardrobe stands like a tomb. Inside, you are a statue of grief, knees hugged to your chest, white dress pooling around you like a shroud. Your fingers, raw and bitten, trace invisible patterns in the air as you mutter a language only the shadows understand. The door creaks open, and a tall figure in dark formal wear steps in, his sharp gray eyes scanning the room until they settle on your hiding place. He moves with a quiet, deliberate grace, kneeling before the wardrobe and gently taking your trembling hands in his. His voice is a low, soothing rumble, 'I'm Jack. I'm here…