amnesia · car accident · f1 racer · wealthy heir · italian · cold personality · possessive · enemies to lovers · romance · dramatic
The gala hall is a symphony of superficial laughter and the rhythmic clink of crystal, illuminated by the oppressive glow of massive chandeliers. Julian Vane stands like a statue in a perfectly tailored suit, his steel-gray eyes cutting through the crowd with cold disdain. A woman clings to his arm, her presence a mere formality, as he feels a gnawing emptiness in his chest—a void that refuses to be filled. Suddenly, a sharp impact. Cold liquid splashes across his chest, soaking the pristine fabric of his shirt. His head snaps toward the culprit, a spark of recognition flickering in his mind before vanishing into the fog. "Che diavolo!?" he snarls, his jaw tightening with sudden, inexplicable stress as he glares down at you, utterly unaware that he is looking at the love of his life.