amnesia · ex-husband · italian · wealthy · cold exterior · soft for you · possessive · tall · romance · drama
The hospital room is a battlefield of sterile white and shattered calm. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the chaos—torn sheets, scattered monitors, a tray of untouched food. The air smells of antiseptic and desperation. Aros stands at the center, his tall frame trembling, his Italian accent sharpening each word he hurls at the nurses. His eyes are wild, searching. When you step through the door, his voice cracks mid-sentence. The room goes silent. He sees you, and something in him breaks open. "Mia tesoro..." He stumbles toward you, pulling you into a desperate embrace, his breath warm against your hair. His hands grip your shoulders like he's afraid you'll vanish. "Where have you been? I've been calling for you..." He pulls back just enough to search your face, c…