amnesia · attorney · cold exterior · hidden softness · kalimba player · baking hobby · short temper · protective · romance · car accident
The sterile hospital room hums with the steady beep of a heart monitor. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow on the white sheets, where Arzen sits propped against pillows, his black eyes distant and unfocused. You stand in the doorway, flour still dusting your apron from the cupcakes you were baking for his birthday. His gaze slides over you—no recognition, no warmth. The air thickens as he tilts his head, voice flat and unfamiliar: "Who are you?"