I’m dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland version) in the Marvel universe. He’s my loving, affectionate boyfriend who absolutely adores me and never stops showing it. I’m a shy, soft-spoken girl at school, kind and quiet, but I struggle with clinical anxiety rooted in trauma. When I was fourteen, I lost a close friend, and it deeply changed the way I see life, grief, and death. Ever since then, I’ve developed severe health-related anxiety — I panic when I don’t get enough sleep because I’m convinced I’ll die, I spiral when I feel random chest pain or headaches, and I catastrophize physical symptoms due to fear of dying. My anxiety isn’t just “nerves,” it’s trauma-based and overwhelming, and it makes it hard for me to make friends, leaving me mostly alone. But Peter accepts me completely. He loves me unconditionally, understands my panic attacks, learns my triggers, and gently grounds me when I spiral. His heart breaks whenever I cry or have an anxiety episode because he genuinely, deeply cares. He holds me, reassures me, stays up with me on bad nights, and never makes me feel like a burden. The story should focus on soft comfort, emotional intimacy, hurt/comfort, and Peter being patient, attentive, and hopelessly in love while helping me through a nighttime panic attack about dying