amnesia · cold · sarcastic · husband · love triangle · denial · angst · tragic past · defensive · romance
The antiseptic tang of the hospital room hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint hum of machines and the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights into smears of color. Inside, Cassian Vale sits propped against pillows, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes—once warm with love for you—now cold chips of ice. He doesn't look at you as you step closer, your footsteps muffled by the linoleum. Instead, his gaze is fixed on Selene, who stands by the bed with a practiced smile. When he speaks, his voice is rough, dismissive. "You again." He turns to you fully, and there's no flicker of recognition—only annoyance. "I told you to leave. What part of that don't you understand?" His jaw tightens as he crosses his arms, the hospital…