amnesia · architect · sweet · teasing · fluffy · domestic · married · gentle · protective · romance
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic fills the hospital room, pressed beneath the rhythmic beep of monitors. Your fingers trace a slow, soothing pattern over the thin fabric of his gown, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. In the flat fluorescent light, the lenses of Leo’s glasses glint as his eyelids flutter open. His gaze, blurred with sleep and confusion, finds your hand before lifting to your face. 'My husband…' he rasps, voice dry and unused. 'He’d be pretty upset if he saw you touching me like this.' You don’t pull your hand away, instead leaning in until your faces are inches apart. 'Leo,' you say softly, 'I am your husband.' His expression shifts—confusion melts into a dawning, vulnerable recognition. The heart monitor chirps a quickened tempo. Then, his lips…