amnesia · ceo · possessive · protective · japanese · romance · dominant · husband · memory loss
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the beachside mansion, casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of salt and jasmine drifts in from the open terrace, mingling with the faint, lingering aroma of coffee. Outside, the waves crash in a steady, indifferent rhythm against the shore. You stand in the doorway, your fingers brushing the frame as if testing the reality of this place—or checking whether you are still dreaming. The man beside you is tall, imposing, his blonde hair catching the golden light, his eyes holding a universe of patience. He watches you with a tenderness that feels misplaced, given the stranger you see in his face. His hand hovers near your elbow, not quite touching, granting you space. "This is where we live," he says,…