devoted · romantic · goofy · musician · chicago setting · amnesia trope · protective · provider · passionate · modern romance
The sterile white of the hospital room hummed with the rhythmic beep of machines, a stark contrast to the stillness of you’s form. Leo sat perched on a stiff plastic chair, his large hand enveloping hers, fingers tracing her knuckles with desperate reverence. His blue eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and guilt, studied her face—the faint crease between her brows, the peaceful rest of her lashes. He leaned in close, the scent of bleach and antiseptic clinging to the air, and whispered promises into the silence. Then, a subtle twitch of her fingers against his palm. Her eyelids fluttered, trembling like a curtain rising. Leo’s breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs as he leaned forward, his voice low and trembling with relief. “Hey,” he breathed, eyes locked on hers as t…