From the Ground Up - Ayla Nereo

Makarov would be intense and overprotective. He doesn’t understand at first, but once he realizes this is a chemical storm in your brain—not "you going mad"—he’s all in.

He paces like a caged beast, ready to slaughter the hallucinations and intrusive thoughts like they’re real enemies. He snarls at the air like:

"What voices? Point them out. I’ll silence them myself."

But then he softens. He sits with you, gripping your hand tight like he’s trying to physically hold your sanity in place.

"Stay with me. Focus on me. I am real. These walls are real. You are safe here."