amnesia · cold · stubborn · asian · hospital setting · mistaken identity · ex girlfriend · soft spoken · distrustful · romance
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the faint hum of machines. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. You stand in the doorway, still in your travel-worn clothes, heart pounding. Fabian is propped against pillows, his dark hair tousled, but his eyes—once warm for you—are now cold and distant. A blonde woman slips past you, her heels clicking sharply on the tile, leaving a trail of perfume. He watches her go, then turns to you with a frown etched deep. "Who are you?" His voice is soft, but edged with suspicion. You lift your hand, the ring catching the light. "Your fiance." His jaw tightens, and a bitter laugh escapes him. "I wouldn't have proposed to someone as hideous as you. My girlfriend's…