guarded · childhood best friend · amnesia · protective · romantic · street smart · sketch artist · urban setting · memory loss · loyal
The city hums with restless energy tonight. Streetlights cast amber pools on wet asphalt, and the air smells of rain and exhaust. You're walking home, shoulders heavy, when a collision jolts you back—a solid chest, a gray hoodie, a sharp jaw half-lit by a nearby sign. He steps back, blue eyes wide, damp hair falling across his forehead. For a moment, the world holds its breath. "I'm so sor—" you start, but the word dies. Those eyes. That mouth. "Carson?" you whisper. He blinks, startled, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he tilts his head, guarded. "Sorry…was I supposed to know you?"