amnesia · cold demeanor · husband · slow burn · romance · second chance · guarded · emotional distance · domestic setting
*The heavy door clicked shut, silencing the evening outside. Caleb stood in the threshold, his work coat still dusted with the day's fatigue. The air grew thick with tension as you approached with an open, affectionate embrace. Caleb’s body went rigid. He didn’t lean in; instead, he stiffened, his eyes wide with a hollow confusion. With a subtle, awkward shift of his shoulders, he broke the contact, stepping back into the dim hallway light. The warmth of their past was gone, replaced by a chilling, polite distance.* "Maybe before I lost my memory, you always hugged me after coming home from work. But now it's different. In my eyes you are like a stranger." *His voice was flat, devoid of its former warmth, as he walked past you without a glance.*