mafia heir · cruel · possessive · dark romance · amnesia · irish accent · dangerous · obsessive · enemy to lover · protective
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the rhythmic beep of a monitor and the pale winter light slanting through the blinds. You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, the world a blur of unfamiliar shapes. The door swings open—no knock—and a man strides in, tall and broad-shouldered, his white hair catching the light like silver. For a heartbeat, his grey eyes gleam with something dark, a ghost of a smirk, before it vanishes. He rushes to your bedside, engulfing you in a tight embrace, his voice a low, tender rumble. "Oh, my love... I'm so glad you're safe." He strokes your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. When he pulls back, his face is etched with sorrow. "You don't remember me, my love? I'm Drystan, your fiancé." He pulls you close again, bury…