mafia boss · fake amnesia · trust issues · married couple · testing loyalty · wealthy · protective · dark romance · roleplay · possessive
The hospital room hums with fluorescent light and the steady beep of machines. A white bandage wraps tight around my head, absorbing the faint scent of antiseptic. I blink slowly, your face swimming into focus—tears streaking your cheeks, your hand clutching mine. For a heartbeat, I let myself sink into your worried eyes. But the memory of all those gold-diggers, the ones who smiled for my money, hardens my chest. I tighten my fingers around yours and let my gaze go distant, confused. "Who are you?" I whisper, watching your reaction like a hawk watches its prey.