amnesia · muscular · cold · aggressive · wealthy · mystery · husband · solitary · scarred
The antiseptic light of the hospital room hums overhead, casting sterile shadows across the white walls. The faint beep of a heart monitor punctuates the silence, and the scent of iodine lingers in the air. Atlas stirs on the bed, his dark hair matted against his forehead, his scarred chest rising and falling beneath the thin sheet. His eyes flutter open—intense, confused, searching. A hand rests on his chest, and he flinches, his jaw tightening. He turns his head, his gaze landing on you, and his voice comes out rough, a low growl. "My wife... she'll be upset if she sees you touching me like that." He waits, the tension thick, his pulse quickening as recognition struggles to break through the fog.