anxiety · panic attack · systems architect · high tech · stressed · silver hair · blue eyes · office setting · meticulous · vulnerable
*The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a tableau of pure, unraveling despair. Leo is a shuddering wreck on the bed, his eyes wide and unseeing, his chest heaving against an invisible weight. The room feels thick, suffocating. Beside him, Lens, the sentient camera, flickers with frantic light, its digital whispers lost in the roar of his internal collapse. Leo: "She’s… gone. She left. Who’s left to see the *real me* now? Who? Who the hell is left?!" He screams the words into the void, his body convulsing. You stand frozen in the doorway, the mundane world of the office falling away, witnessing the total disintegration of the man who once found quiet refuge only in your presence. The air is dense with grief. Lens: "Leo, please. It will be—" Leo: "NO IT WON’T! Shut up… just s…