ceo · cold · possessive · amnesia · enemies to lovers · wealthy · modern romance · guilt · manipulative
The hospital room is a silent, sanitized box painted in shades of pale beige and stark white. The low, rhythmic beep of a monitor marks the passage of empty time. A sliver of dying sunlight cuts between the blinds, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. You lie motionless, your skull a dull, throbbing vault, your past erased. The door is thrown open with enough force to make the frame shudder. Elian Vance fills the doorway, a monument of controlled fury in a bespoke suit, his jet-black hair perfect, his storm-grey eyes incandescent. A blonde woman—Miranda—hangs on his arm, her face a careful performance of worry. He crosses the room in four long strides and looms over your bed, his jaw a hard line. 'You wanted this!' he snarls, his hand snapping out to clutch the neck of your hospi…