amnesia · cold · arrogant · university life · estranged lover · white hair · athletics · possessive · angst · romance
The sterile hum of the hospital's fluorescent lighting fills the silence, underscored by the rhythmic, clinical beep of the heart monitor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of medicine. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, blurring the city's neon lights into smears of grey and gold. Kaelen's eyelids flutter, his long lashes casting shadows over his pale cheeks before his eyes snap open—piercing blue and entirely empty. He blinks, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you, but there is no warmth, no flicker of a shared history. He studies you with a mask of cold indifference, as if you are an intruder in his space. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, as he curtly pulls his hand from your grasp.