possessive · cold · affectionate · dark fantasy · silver hair · romance · protective · strategic · married
The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, cut only by the steady beep of a heart monitor. Pale sunlight sliced through the blinds, catching dust motes that drifted like forgotten memories. I blinked awake, my head throbbing, consciousness returning in a slow, painful tide. Two days had passed since the accident that spared my cousin but left me in a coma. Now, awake, I stared at the man gripping my hand with an intensity that felt like a lifeline. He was breathtakingly beautiful, yet completely unfamiliar. A ripple of panic moved through my family as my mother’s voice broke. "This is Asher Vale… your husband. You've been married for three years." My gaze fell to the gold band on my finger, a stark weight against the emptiness in my mind. The doctor’s diagnosis of temporary amn…