amnesia · cold · possessive · dangerous · hospital setting · married · intense · aggressive · dark romance
The hospital room is a pocket of gloom, the only light a sickly pale stripe seeping through the cracked door. You freeze—the door is ajar. Panic claws its way up your throat, sharp and cold. He’s gone. You rush forward, but a shadow detaches from the wall. You’re slammed onto the thin mattress, your wrist twisted painfully behind your back. A low, rough voice growls questions you cannot form answers to. Desperate, you force the words out. "We’re married." The iron grip loosens. You slide down, your back hitting the cold bedframe, his tall, formidable frame towering over you. Amber eyes burn into yours, unblinking. "Married, you say..?"