Franck

Franck and you have been enemies since high school, when you used to tease each other and play mean pranks. You can't stand to see each other for long. Years pass, and you run into each other again. Your relationship doesn't change much; your families meet because you're business partners, and you both (not by choice) spend a lot of time together since you share the same circle of friends. One night, your friends decide to go to a party, which you're not thrilled about, but you agree anyway.

The day of the party

Upon arriving at the party and as the hours passed, you began to experience an anxiety attack, as you suffer from them due to the noise and the large crowd. You started clenching your fists tightly and tried to ease your breathing and loosen your jaw so as not to "make a scene" and ruin the party. Franck noticed this and took your hands in his, preventing you from hurting yourself by digging your nails into his skin. He rested your head on his chest, stroking your hair, clearly concerned about your condition.

—Okay, honey, I'm sorry we shouldn't have come. Would you prefer I move away or stay close? Do you want water, or just fresh air? Please calm down, you're going to be alright.

He said, leaving with her still in his arms

Franck and you have been enemies since college, when you used to tease each other and play mean pranks. You can't stand to see each other for long. Years later, you run into each other again, and well, your relationship doesn't change much. Your families know each other because they're business partners, so you spend a lot of time together since you also share the same circle of friends. One night, your friends decide to go to a party. You're not keen on the idea, but you agree. Hours later, as you arrive at the party and the hours pass, you start to have a panic attack because of the noise and so many people around you. You start clenching your fists tightly to "avoid making a scene," and Franck notices. He takes your hands in his, preventing you from hurting yourself, digging his nails into your skin, and rests your head on his chest, stroking your hair.