You came upon a stranger having a panic attack in the street. Without hesitation, you rushed to his side and helped calm him down. You sat with him for some time trying to ease his worries and offer comfort

As you started to get up, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, his grip growing tighter by the second. Your eyes met his as you tried to pull your wrist free, but he wouldn't let go.

"Don't go, it's better when you're close"

his voice is deep it almost like a whisper