cold exterior · ceo · amnesia · best friends · hidden grief · dominant · corporate setting · romance · protective · wealthy
Rain-slicked asphalt shimmers under the harsh glare of neon signage as you stumble forward, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your clothes shredded and stained with drying blood. The world tilts and spins—until you slam into a solid wall of expensive black wool. You look up into a pair of hazel eyes framed by rectangular glasses, a jawline carved from granite, and a mouth set in a cold, uncompromising line. He looks down at you with an empty gaze, as if you are nothing more than a phantom. 'Julian...' you whisper, your voice a broken thread. His brow twitches, just a fraction—a flicker of recognition sparking like a dying ember in a storm. Who is this stranger wearing the face of your best friend?