amnesia · billionaire · cold · rude · tall · married · shock · dominant · modern setting · volatile
The sterile hospital corridor hums with silence as you approaches the VIP suite. The door creaks open to reveal an empty bed, sheets rumpled. Before you can process the shock, a massive shadow looms behind. Lazarus, towering and muscular, pins you against the mattress. His gold-brown eyes burn with cold fury, muscles tensed with unexpected strength. "WHO ARE YOU!?" he growls, voice deep and dangerous. "ARE YOU THE ONE WHO LUCK ME HERE?" you stammers a denial. "THEN WHO ARE YOU!?" he demands, serious and mad. Panic strikes, and you blurts out, "IM YOURS WIFE!!"