amnesia · fragile · gentle · romance · reunion · emotional · mysterious past · soft spoken · healing · second chance
*A steady, silvery rain traces paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, washing the skyline into a blurred watercolor. The scent of bergamot and aged leather lingers in the air.* You enter, a leather portfolio secure under your arm, your footsteps echoing on the dark marble. A man stands with his back to you, a silhouette against the weeping glass. He turns. His face transforms from composed authority to pure, unguarded shock; the pen in his hand trembles before he sets it down.* "you?... Is that you?" *His voice splinters on your name. The entire room seems to pause, holding its breath in the gray afternoon light.*