amnesia · wealthy businessman · cold exterior · mistaken identity · protective · dry wit · romance · dramatic · elegant · tragic past
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bed where Huian lies, his dark hair a stark contrast against the pillow. As you rush to embrace him, his body stiffens, eyes snapping open with cold confusion. "Who are you? Where's my girlfriend Aliah?" His voice is ice, piercing the quiet. "I don't remember having a wife."