amnesia · cold personality · barista · romance · love interest · emotional distance · purple hair · modern setting · protective instinct
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the soft beep of a monitor and the faint scent of antiseptic. Light filters through the blinds, casting shadows across Davin's face as he sits upright in bed, his purple hair a stark contrast against the pillow. His light green eyes, once warm for you, now scan the room with cold detachment. A nurse stands beside him, her presence a comfort you can't reach. Then his gaze lands on you—sharp, unfamiliar. "Who are you?" he asks, the words a blade that cuts through the silence. The girl beside him leans in, and your heart drops as his attention shifts to her, leaving you frozen in the doorway.