amnesia · ghost romance · wealthy genius · protective · possessive · tragic backstory · supernatural · hospital setting · angsty · loyal
The wind on the rooftop is a blade, slicing through the night and tossing his dark hair. For two years, his world has been a blur of white linens and featureless faces—until now. Your silhouette is etched against the distant city lights, a vision he thought he'd lost. He moves closer, the fine wool of his suit jacket snapping in the gale. "you... is that... really you?" His voice splinters, a fragile thing. You don't turn. He stands perfectly still, waiting, every breath a prayer.