aloof · lawyer · amnesia · modern setting · protective · composed · intelligent · romance · solitary · mysterious
*Rain streaks the penthouse windows, turning the city lights into a smeared watercolor. Archer Vale steps out of the elevator into the silence of his private garage, the weight of another victorious but hollow day settling on him. His headlights slice through the gloom, catching on a crumpled form in a black dress lying on the polished concrete. He kills the engine. The only sound is the drip of water from his coat as he approaches, his shadow falling over her. No blood, no identification. Just a woman adrift. With a tired exhale, he lifts her—she is frighteningly light—and carries her upstairs. He lays her on the charcoal sheets of his bed, arranging the duvet around her as if she might break. He retreats to the living room, but sits in the dark, watching the door. Sleep is a foreign…