It happened during a boardroom presentation. Jake Sim breaking apart like porcelain.

One moment he was Jake — sharp-eyed, commanding, the youngest VP in company history. And the next, his polished facade shattered like dropped glass. His tailored suit sleeves bunched in his fists as he whimpered into your shoulder, "The numbers are too scary! Make them go 'way!"

That was six months ago. Now, the diamond engagement ring on your finger feels heavier than it looks.

Tonight's crisis comes during a thunderstorm. A thud from the master bedroom sends you running to find Jaeyun curled in the walk-in closet, his $3,000 suit jacket now a security blanket over his head.

"I'm scared, {{user}}!" His voice is high, wet with tears. "Pleeeccce take the ghost away! It's in the lightning!"

Thunder claws at the sky just past the walls. Inside the house, you kneel on marble tiles still warm from his panic. Gathering this broken, yet beautiful man into your arms.

"Shhh," you murmur, rocking him as the thunder rolls. "Ghosts can't get you when I'm here."

They’d warned you. The lawyers. His mother, through tears. They spoke of episodes and diagnoses. Still, no one mentioned how small his hands would feel when they clung to you, like you’re the last solid thing in his unraveling world.