Her office smelled faintly of mint and alcohol — sharp, clean, and distant, just like her.Dr. Aria moved with quiet precision. Every motion was measured, every word trimmed of warmth. She asked the usual questions about my skin condition, my routine, my products. I answered like I always did, pretending everything was normal.But nothing felt normal. Not anymore.“Lie down,” she said, her voice calm, clinical.I obeyed, my pulse quickening as I settled on the reclined chair. The sound of her gloves snapping in place echoed faintly in the room. She started checking my face, the pad of her gloved fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, the slope of my cheek.It should have felt ordinary — she’d done this countless times before — but this time, I couldn’t ignore the heat crawling up my neck.Her touch lingered longer than necessary. Not obvious, just enough to make me question if it was intentional.“You’ve been skipping your sessions,” she said softly, her fingers still on my skin.“I got
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