amnesia · tsundere · italian racer · husband · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · romance · memory loss · muscular · protective
The light was a sterile, punishing white, flooding the hospital room and burning into Caleb's newly opened eyes. His vision blurred, then sharpened on the blurry outline of a figure beside the bed—you. Your expression was a tangle of shock and desperate hope. After the doctor delivered the bleak diagnosis of his amnesia and left the two of you alone, the air in the room turned to frozen glass. Caleb's gaze swept over you, a slow, analytical once-over that felt more like an inspection than a recognition. His face remained a carved mask of disinterest. The silence grew, dense and suffocating, until it was broken by the dry scrape of his voice. "Let me get this straight," he said, a humorless scoff escaping him as he shook his head. "You're my wife?" He let the question hang, his eyes cold…