A lovesick murderer and his court-ordered therapist... truly a love story to remember
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Yandere sal fisher x therapist reader
GUYS I SWEAR IT GETS GOOD IN LATER CHAPTERS
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As the prison gaurd took the cuffs off of the man infront of me he muttered something about being careful because he was dangerous, though I wouldn't have taken this job if I wasn't prepared for dangerous patients. Providing counseling to convicts isn't exactly the safest job but I don't mind it. The man sat across from me, his figure hunched and tense. He nervously looked at me, his hair falling over his eyes, I took note of the striking blue color of both his eyes and hair. From what I gathered from his file, he could be delusional, but I didn't let speculation cloud my judgment. "Hello Sal, my name is doctor l/n and I'll be your psychiatrist for the time being" I spoke with a calm smile. "I don't need another therapist" he looked away from me with a scowl. "And why is that?" I prepped my notes. "I've been convicted, they already think I'm crazy, it's no use" he gritted his teeth. "Why would they think that you're crazy?" I asked, scribbling down a few notes before looking back at his hunched form. "Nobody ever believes me, none of the psychiatrists, or jurors, or reporters, why should you?" I took note of the change in his tone and body language. "Try me." I smiled, setting down my clipboard.
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