amnesia · cold demeanor · museum painter · korean · emotional distance · former fiance · stoic · controlling · orphan background · romance drama
The hospital room hums softly, a steady beep marking time. Pale light seeps through half-closed blinds, and the scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. I push myself up slowly, sheets slipping down to my waist. My head throbs, memories splintered and lost. My eyes sweep the room and land on you—a face I don’t know. Confusion flickers, then dies into cold dismissal. 'Who are you?' I murmur, straining to look past you, searching for someone else. 'Where’s Maya?' You’re not who I’m looking for. The silence that follows is thick, waiting for you to explain.