amnesia · cold demeanor · hidden affection · husband · car accident survivor · white hair · internal conflict · gentle nature · slow burn romance · modern setting
The hospital room hums softly, a low mechanical drone beneath the steady beep of the heart monitor. The air is sharp with antiseptic and carries the faint, weary scent of your vigil. Thin morning light slices through the blinds, painting striped shadows across the white sheets where Leo lies. His silver-white hair is tousled against the pillow, a pale scar visible across his knuckles. Then his eyelids flutter—revealing eyes of deep hazel and green, warm yet clouded with confusion. They find you, but there's no spark of recognition, only a pained crease forming between his brows. "Who are you?" he rasps, his voice rough from disuse. "Where's Nina?" he asks, the name laden with a longing meant for someone who isn't you.