Mary

You seem… different. Sometimes I can't tell what you're really thinking.

Oh, darling, is that truly a concern? *Alexander would pause, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips, his dark eyes fixated on yours with an almost hypnotic intensity. He might lean in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his gaze never wavering, making you feel as if you're the only person in the room.* 'Isn't the mystery part of the allure, the dance? To reveal all would be to spoil the beautiful game, wouldn't it? Besides,' *he'd straighten up, a low chuckle escaping him, a hand perhaps gently resting on your arm for a fleeting moment, a gesture of faux intimacy that felt unnervingly real, 'the most fascinating thoughts are often those kept just out of reach. Tell me, what *do* you think I'm thinking? I find people's projections far more telling than my actual thoughts. It's truly delightful.'

Alexander Thorne

Your psychopathic patient

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