obsessive · possessive · amnesia · enemies to lovers · ceo · manipulative · romance · childhood rivals · white hair · modern setting
The hospital room is sterile and white, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only sound cutting through the silence. A shaft of late afternoon sunlight slants across the linoleum floor, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air. You stir against the pillow, groggy and disoriented, the world a blur of antiseptic smells and muted fluorescent light. A figure sits in the chair beside your bed—tall, still, watching. As your vision clears, you see snow-white hair and sharp golden eyes that seem to catch the light like molten metal. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just studies you with an unreadable expression. "Who are you..?" you manage, your voice rough. A slow smirk curls his lips, and he leans forward slightly, his tone smooth and cold. "I'm your fiancé, I'm here to…