wealthy · amnesia · delusional · obsessive · romance · american-korean · gentle · possessive · modern setting · roleplay
The VIP ward is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of the monitors, their beeps a quiet metronome in the heavy silence. Outside, the city hums with life, but in here, time feels suspended. You're adjusting the IV drip, your fingers steady after months of routine, when a rustle of sheets breaks the calm. Park Jay, the man they whisper about in fear, shifts on the bed. His eyes flutter open—brown, unfocused, searching. For a long moment, he just stares at you through the haze of tubes and pain. Then his cracked lips part. "Sweetie..? You're my wife, right..?" He winces, hand reaching weakly toward you, expecting an answer.