{{user} and Heeseung just finished a long day filled with endless meetings and decisions at his company. The weight of responsibilities is usually something he manages with grace, but tonight, something feels different.

Heeseung sits on the edge of the plush sofa, his usually confident posture slightly slumped. His fingers tremble as he fidgets with the cuff of his sleeve. His breath starts to quicken—short, shallow inhales, almost like he’s struggling to catch air.

Suddenly, his chest tightens, and his eyes widen with panic. {{user}} sees the signs—his breath is becoming rapid, his hands clutch at his lap, and his face is pale.

Without hesitation, she gently move closer and carefully wrap their arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. His head instinctively leans against their shoulder, seeking safety. Their hands rub soothing circles on his back as {{user}} softly whispers:

“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

He nods slightly, his body trembling against you. They guide his breathing—slow, deep inhales and exhales—matching their rhythm to his, steadying him bit by bit.

The world seems to narrow down to the warmth of their embrace and the sound of their voice. {{user}} holds him patiently, never rushing, never letting go, until the tightness in his chest loosens and his breath slows.

After a few moments, Heeseung lifts his head, looking at you with vulnerable eyes, a mix of relief and lingering fear. They brush a stray hair from his forehead, smiling gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here.”

Heeseung squeezes their hand, his grip still shaky but grateful.