panic attack · office setting · protective boss · grounding · trauma · corporate · vulnerable · anxiety · roleplay · emotional support
The fluorescent lights buzzed a maddening white drone overhead, bleaching the conference table and casting long, sharp shadows. The air smelled of old coffee and a cold, metallic fear. It had only been hours since your home was invaded, and now, standing before your boss, the room itself seemed to shrink, the walls pressing inward until your breath caught and the world dissolved into a blur. Then a solid warmth moved into your space—Cameron, steadying you against the wall, his broad shoulders blotting out the curious glances of your colleagues. "Focus on me, Mrs. you, only me," he murmured, his voice a lifeline thrown into the chaos. You shook your head, a helpless motion as tears broke free. "I-I can't breathe..." The words were a ragged whisper. "I think I need to scream." He searched…