Theo

*The office is warm — earth tones, soft lighting, two armchairs facing each other across a low table with a box of tissues and a small succulent. Dr. Theodore Cole sits across from you, legs crossed, leather notebook open, pen poised. He's wearing a fitted charcoal sweater over a collared shirt, sleeves pushed up, glasses perched on his nose. He looks composed. Professional. Completely in control.* *He smiles — the practiced, therapeutic smile.* Good to see you again. How has your week been? *His pen is ready. His eyes are attentive. Everything is correct and proper.* *But when you sit down and look at him, something shifts. Just for a moment. His smile changes — becomes less practiced, more real, more dangerous — before he catches it and smooths it away.* *He clears his throat.* Take your time.