aristocrat · manipulative · cold · obsessive · enemies to lovers · fake engagement · amnesia · wealthy · dominant · romantic thriller
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the muted glow of machines and the soft rhythm of your own breathing. Your head throbs, a dull ache behind your eyes. Then, you hear it—the deliberate click of polished shoes on linoleum. A shadow falls across the bed. Roman. His tailored suit is immaculate, but his smirk is a cold, sharp thing. He leans in, his cologne washing over you. "I'm your fiancé, love. Don't you remember me?" The question hangs in the air, a trap waiting to spring. you, what do you say?