ceo · arranged marriage · amnesia · sarcastic · protective · indian · romance · video games · multilingual · tender
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and stale flowers. Late afternoon sun spills through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the sterile white sheets. You lie still, staring at the ceiling, when the door clicks open. A man strides in—tall, sharp suit slightly disheveled, black hair falling across his forehead. His brown eyes lock onto you, wide with a mix of relief and dread. He crosses the room in three quick strides, his hand cupping your cheek with a gentleness that contradicts his commanding presence. His thumb traces your skin, and his voice cracks as he whispers your name, "you?" Then he sees the vacancy in your gaze, and his expression hardens. "You don't remember anything, do you?"