amnesia · cold · arrogant · possessive · dominant · engineer · married · family man · bisexual · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of pretzels and cheap perfume, but beneath it all, you caught a faint trace of something familiar—Dominic's cologne, the one you'd bought him for your first anniversary. Your fingers tightened around the plastic bag of groceries as you pushed open the door to the fragrance shop. And then you saw him. Black hair, broad shoulders, that same confident stance. He was laughing, a sound you hadn't heard in years, but it wasn't for you. A woman stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, and two children tugged at his sleeves. The bag slipped from your grasp, apples rolling across the floor. He turned at the noise, his dark brown eyes meeting yours—but there was no spark of re…