amnesia · old money · london setting · possessive · ruthless businessman · smoking habit · married · doberman owner · latino · wealthy
The antiseptic sting of the hospital corridor hits you first, then the fluorescent hum overhead as you rush past nurses and gurneys, still in your rumpled scrubs from this morning's surgery. Six months of sleepless nights, of praying to gods you never believed in, of sitting beside a silent machine that breathed for him—all of it dissolves in the frantic beat of your heart as you push open the door to his suite. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing above the bed where Jesse sits, propped against pillows, his black hair a mess and those grey eyes sharp as broken glass. His Doberman, Henry, lies at the foot of the bed, tail thumping once before stilling at his master's mood. The assistant hurries out, and Jesse's gaze locks onto you, cold and assessing, like…