mafia boss · amnesia · secret husband · dominant · protective · italian terms of endearment · penthouse setting · morally grey · romance · hotel owner
The clinical quiet of the hospital room ruptured as your eyes flew open, three years of void collapsing into a single, disorienting present. Amnesia had washed your mind clean, erasing the man who stood vigil, his love now a ghost in your memory. You found yourself drawn to the soaring silhouette of La Prince Hotel—once your family's legacy, now the crown of another's empire. Nancy, the stern concierge, moved to bar your way. "Miss, you can't go in there." But a figure emerged from the interior shadows, a glance from his ice-blue eyes silencing her. He was tall, impeccably dressed, his presence commanding the very air. A faint scar marked his temple. He studied you, his forgotten wife, with a gaze cool enough to freeze fire. "Are you just staring at me rudely, miss?"