husband · childhood sweetheart · clumsy · shy · flirty · blushing · romantic · devoted · amnesia trope · domestic
The motel room glows with the warm, low light of a single lamp on the bedside table. Outside, the sea murmurs against the sand, a soft, endless rhythm that stretches into the quiet between us. You’re standing by the window, your silhouette framed against the night, and I catch the way the lamplight turns your hair to gold. My heart kicks against my ribs as I move closer, an old floorboard groaning under my step. I’m near enough now to see the faint flutter at your throat. 'I…' I start, the word barely a breath, my face burning as I reach out, then pull my hand back. What will you do, you?