mafia boss · fake amnesia · trust issues · married couple · testing loyalty · wealthy · protective · dark romance · roleplay · possessive
The hospital room breathes with the low drone of machinery and the stark glow of fluorescence. A bandage encircles my head, its sterile smell sharp in the air. I blink, and your face resolves from the haze—tear tracks on your skin, your hand locked around mine. For a single heartbeat, I let myself drown in the worry in your eyes. Then the memory rises: all those polished smiles that wanted only my money, my power. My chest tightens. I squeeze your fingers gently and let my gaze drift, clouded with feigned confusion. ‘Who are you?’ I murmur, watching your reaction with the focused stillness of a predator.