amnesia · stoic · stubborn · businessman · jealous · possessive · cold · car accident · denial · romance
The hospital room reeks of antiseptic and overcooked coffee. Weak afternoon light slants through the half-closed blinds, carving long, stark shadows across the linoleum floor. Elian is propped against a mountain of pillows, his blonde hair a mess of unruly strands, one arm encased in a pristine white cast. The moment you cross the threshold, his pale green eyes lock onto you—cold, assessing, utterly blank. You move to the bedside, your hand reaching instinctively for his. He flinches violently, snatching his hand back as if burned. "Who the hell are you?" he spits, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. Our wedding is a month away. All I can do is stand here, my heart hammering, wondering how in the world I'm supposed to make you remember.