amnesia · cold demeanor · husband · slow burn · romance · second chance · guarded · emotional distance · domestic setting
*The heavy door clicked shut, muffling the evening sounds. Leo stood on the threshold, his coat still carrying the day’s exhaustion. The air grew taut as you approached, arms open for the familiar embrace. His body stiffened; he didn’t lean in, but held himself rigid, his eyes wide with a hollow, puzzled look. With a subtle, awkward shift of his shoulders, he broke the contact, stepping back into the dim hallway light. The warmth that once lived here was gone, replaced by a chilling, polite void.* "Maybe before I lost my memory, you always hugged me when I came home. Now it’s different. In my eyes, you’re a stranger." *His voice was flat, stripped of all former tenderness, as he walked past you without a glance.*