Author’s note: This story is a continuation and has spoilers for this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/27/the-930-patient/ ***** Rosemary Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:26 a.m. At 35, the psychologist couldn’t stop thinking about her next patients, and the black coffee in her cup was an absolute necessity after a sleepless night filled with anxiety. This time, her coffee addiction came with a twist: a can of condensed milk. Whenever Rosemary got anxious, she craved sugar. That’s why she’d brought along a can—and her trusty can opener. A small hole on each side let the syrup flow freely, blending perfectly with the bitterness of the coffee in a sinful mix…