𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 • 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

three

Sean sits in his office, comfortably reclining in his chair while nodding his head.

He's a psychiatrist and with this new house containing more space than they need, he decided to make a section of the home into his study, where he'll meet with patients for therapy sessions. It's now the afternoon when he meets with his last patient.

Long dark hair slightly cover his eyes, he has pale skin with a slim muscular build and a kind smile surrounded in mystery.

Ethan Grant.

He's one of the most challenging patients Mr. Dolan has come across.

"And what exactly happens in these 'visions'?" Mr. Dolan asks with quotations around the word visions.

"It's always the same."

Grayson arrives home, he walks to his room before stopping as he overhears the conversation coming from his dads study.

"Blood. Lots of blood."

Suddenly interested he walks over and peeks through the slightly opened door. His heart flutters at the sight. His face almost looks like a deer in headlights as he stares at the patient in his house.

He sees streaks of long black hair that messily goes in all directions, dark brown eyes, almost black and a strong jaw.

He's Perfect. Grayson thinks to himself while admiring the stranger.

"I have one thing on my mind. I know what I'm going to do. They look into my eyes in fear and beg for their lives." His face expression is blank and unfazed despite discussing such blood and carnage.

"So... you kill your friends?" Mr. Dolan questions as he writes in his notebook.

"I kill those who I love. I want them to be in a better place, this world it isn't a good place." Ethan says while shaking his head in disgust.

Ethan feels eyes on him, he knows someone is watching him.

"It's filled with people like me..." He says not showing any emotion.

"Psychopaths." Ethan adds coldly as he turns his gaze onto a timid looking boy watching him from the doorway. He has warm hazel eyes, full lips, a gorgeous face with his hair pushed to the side and a dangly angel wing hanging from one ear.

Grayson snaps out of his trance once he makes eye contact with the mysterious patient eyeing him darkly, a smirk appearing on his face.

They hold eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time before Grayson feels breathless. He knows his cheeks are now an embarrassing shade of crimson.

He quickly moves from the door and walks to his room. With a deep sigh he shuts his door and rests his back on it.

What the fuck was that? he thinks of the intense eye contact he shared with the stranger.

He gets particularly nervous around other guys, it's not because he's gay. It's just that he hasn't known a kind person of the male species his whole life, besides his father. He doesn't know how to act around them.

After thinking for a while Grayson calms himself, shrugging off the situation.

He's just crazy, he probably looks at everyone like that.

He repeats the word "Psychopath" a few times as the boys face flashes through his mind.

About half an hour later Grayson makes his way down the hall into his bathroom. The events of earlier go through his mind. His first day at school and he already got into a fight, the one thing he was trying to avoid.