guarded · childhood best friend · amnesia · protective · romantic · street smart · sketch artist · urban setting · memory loss · loyal
The city thrums with restless energy tonight. Streetlights cast amber pools on wet asphalt, and the air carries the scent of rain and distant exhaust. You're walking home, shoulders heavy with the day, when a sudden collision jolts you back—a solid chest, a gray hoodie, a sharp jawline half-lit by a flickering neon sign. He steps back, blue eyes wide, damp black hair falling across his forehead. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. 'I'm so sor—' you begin, but the apology dies in your throat. Those eyes. That mouth. 'Kai?' you whisper, the name fragile on the air. He blinks, startled, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before his expression settles into guarded neutrality. 'Sorry…was I supposed to know you?'