I know Adrien's skin is tan but meh. Also, I don't own the cover image.

There was a chill in the air that would've made even one of hell's demons shiver. The sky was being overcome by the darkness and the night's goddess of the sky was shining among the stars. Marinette's teeth chattered loudly. Her hands were gripping her sides which were tucked under her arms for some warmth. She was trying to walk quickly but it was hard with her slight limp.

A fortnight ago she had been hit by a careless, cancer-stick smoking driver at a zebra crossing. She thought she was fine and waved him off. However no more than 30 minutes later her leg was in agony. She called an ambulance and went to hospital. Turns out it wasn't broken however it was sprained. So she had taken it easy for the two weeks and the swelling had went down but it still hurt slightly.

She was going home from Alya's apartment. Since she was finally able to walk around they decided to celebrate by getting together to have a sleepover. Though there wasn't much sleeping, it was still fun. Alya had tried to convince her to stay another night but she had work tomorrow. Alya was going to give her a lift but the car wouldn't start so Marinette left with the words, "I need to exercise it anyway".

The clacking of her shoes against the cement was almost deafening. 'I'm not even wearing high heels', was her last thought before she was being pulled into an alleyway and shoved against a wall, a hand holding her the wall by her neck. Her heart immediately started hammering in her chest and her body froze apart from her hands, which were now shaking like leaves in an autumn's wind. 'I'm going to die'. The shadows prevented her from seeing their face. She snapped out of her freeze frame and started to struggle. They were probably a man because of their strength which made her unable to move. Just as she tried to hit them with her free hands, she saw the moon's light glinting off the reflective surface of a blade against her neck.

"Don't move", a low harsh voice bit out, "Drop your wallet and nobody gets hurt."

Marinette started trembling all over. She didn't have any money. 'Oh God he's going to kill me'. A few tears slipped past her now closed eyelids and her breathing came out in quick bursts, trying to suck in air whenever her closed throat would allow her.

"I said now", he said adding more pressure on the knife which made her whimper and press herself into the wall further.

"I don't have any money with me", she choked out between tears. She was of no use to him. 'This can't be happening.'

"Lies. Give me all of your valuables or I will kil-", he started and Marinette was already panicking until.

"DON'T MOVE!", a voice rang out in the near empty alley way. The mugger turned his head towards the sound. Marinette saw his face. A rough stubble covering the bottom half, chapped lips which were almost painful to look at, messy brown hair which didn't look like it had been washed for weeks and skin as fair as snow. In any other situation she would have made a joke about him being snow white but she couldn't even bring herself to look in the direction of the voice.

Her eyes slipped shut but her crying didn't cease. Instead it just overflowed down her face and onto her clothes and the pavement below. For a second, she felt the man's hand tense which restricted her already laboured breathing. 'He isn't even going to use the knife. He's going to strangle me to death in front of a helpless stranger.'

However, instead he removed the knife and his hand and footsteps echoed loudly down the main street where she had been walking earlier. She could finally breathe a bit more without being a fear of having her throat slit. She didn't celebrate this however instead choosing to slide down the wall and on to the disgusting floor which she could probably get tetanus from by just touching it. She didn't care though she couldn't think about anything else but his hand and the knife pressed into her neck.

"Are you okay?", the same voice as before said gently. She opened her eyes and looked up from her large sleeves. It was a man. A policeman. His hair was the most beautiful shade of blond she had ever seen. It was slightly unkept and shaggy, under his hat. There were one or two strands which hung in front of his face framing it like a picture. His green eyes sparkled with beauty and in what she believed to be concern. They were like diamonds -or should she say emeralds- in the wreck. Usually Marinette thought the police officers looked slightly stupid and a bit like marshmallows with the bulletproof vests on, even if they were practical, but on this man made him look smaller, cuter even. His lips weren't chapped like the man's which brought her some comfort even if his skin was nearly the same shade as his. This was the true snow white.

"Did you hear me? Are you hurt in anyway?", his voice was like honey, sweet and smooth.

Marinette tried to talk, say something, anything but her voice was stuck in her throat. She settled for shaking her head.

"Good, that's good, you're doing great. If you didn't know this is a panic attack. I want you to focus on my voice", he said. "I want you to try and take deep breaths with me now."

He started to make his breathing more audible. Marinette focused on it and tried to breathe at the same time as him. Her breathing slowed down a little but she still kept choking on her own breathing.

"Good job. Can you tell me your name?", he asked.

"...", her mouth moved but all that came out were shaky breaths. "Marion...nette."

"You're doing so well. Can you try name three things you see? Can you do that for me?"

"I-I...s-see y-ou, the a-alleyw-way and-d...the moon", she stuttered on nearly every word but still got it out.

"Well done, you're doing amazing. Now, how about two things you hear?"

"Y-your voice and my-y voice."

"Just one more, you're doing great. Name one thing you can feel. You can do it."

"The cold floor", her voice was still a little croaky from the crying but her breathing was even enough to speak clearly.

"Well done. You did so well. Speaking of the cold floor how about we get you up", he said with a warm smile on his face.

"I don't know if I can. I have a bad leg", she said looking at the floor, almost ashamed. Little did Marinette know this broke the man's heart.

"I thought you said he didn't hurt you", he frowned slightly, not that Marinette knew.

"I was hit by a car two weeks ago. The swelling has gone down but sometimes it hurts to put pressure on it", Marinette looked up this time only to see the man's now sad features.

"Oh that's awful, I'll help you up. Can I touch you? To help you up that is", he blushed slightly. Marinette thought she must be dead because an angel was standing in front of her.

"Yea, it's ok", she smiled. That was so considerate of him to ask.

The man bent down and wrapped his arm around her waist in a side hug. Marinette's heart fluttered. Of course she had to develop a crush on him. People couldn't help her without her falling in love. The man gently pulled her up from the floor and for about five seconds they stood there awkwardly, still hugging. They blushed and turned away.

"Sorry about tha-", he started but Marinette interrupted him.

"No, I'm sorry you probably don't want to spend your Sunday night scaring off m-muggers and helping someone control a panic attack", her throat closed up on the word mugger, "Thanks for that by the way." She slightly cringed as she thought, 'I sound so awkward'.

"You don't need to thank me. Not only is it my job but I also wanted to help. I've had panic attacks before and they are not nice to go through alone", he smiled, "Oh yea, my name is Adrien by the way. If you wanted to know."

"You and your name have something in common", Marinette said setting up a terrible pickup line.

"What?", he asked in confusion.

"You're both beautiful", she remarked smoothly. Adrien laughed and Marinette decided she liked the sound. A lot.

"That's doing wonders for my self-esteem. As much as I hate to kill the conversation, I have to take you to the station to get your statement", he said looking slightly guilty.

Marinette froze, "I don't know if I can talk about it yet", she said trying hard to keep her voice even.

"I'll be with you the entire time and you can take as long as you like", he said trying to comfort her.

"Can I go tomorrow? I think I need a while", she said, it almost sounding like a plea.

"Of course", he said with a gentle smile grazing his face.

He took Marinette back to the police car and drove her home. The drive was quiet other than pickup lines and laughing and of course, lots of blushing too. By the end of the ride, Adrien's face almost matched the colour of a tomato.

They got out the car and went up the elevator to the 23rd floor. Her hands shook as she unlocked the door. Eventually she got the door open but she didn't dare go inside. She just stared in with tense shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Adrien asked.

"I can't. I know if I'm alone, I'll start freaking out. I'm scared", she kept staring in with hollow yet fearful eyes, "Sorry, I'm just being stupi-"

"No, it's ok. My patrol ended. I could stay if you would like?", he asked. Marinette turned to look at him surprised. Adrien immediately felt embarrassed and was about to take it back but...

"Please stay..."

Adrien smiled, "of course."

Adrien may have had the complexion of Snow White and the beauty of an angel but he was so much more. He was a hero.

Marinette was in love.

By the way, if you want me to continue this then please ask. Thank you for reading!