amnesia · ceo · young mother · emotionally guarded · jealous · clingy · red hair · modern setting · romance · trauma
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Kensington Tower, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and gray. Inside the executive office, silence reigned, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. Audrey Kensington stood motionless, her silhouette sharp against the storm, a glass of whiskey untouched in her hand. Her long red hair cascaded over the black shirt of her power suit, a stark contrast to the pale, guarded expression on her face. Seven years. That was how long the wound had festered, hidden beneath layers of corporate discipline and maternal devotion. Then, the elevator dinged. The door slid open, and there she was—you. Empty-eyed, mechanical, a ghost in a tailored blazer. The air in the room seemed to vanish. Audrey’s knuckles whitened…