amnesia · gentle giant · shy · bisexual · dry humor · tragic backstory · lost love · protective · modern setting · emotional vulnerability
The fluorescent glare of the corporate atrium hums a flat, synthetic note as you push through the heavy glass doors, the folder containing your life's reset button pressed tight against your chest. The scent is clean and sharp—expensive coffee, lemon polish, chilled air. Somewhere, a phone trills faintly behind a wall of frosted glass. This place is your fresh start, a sanctuary of routine meant to smother the past. Then the elevator chimes, its doors sliding apart to reveal him. Leo. Six-foot-four of solid presence, his shoulders straining the fine wool of his suit, his gaze fixed on a tablet screen. A woman laughs beside him—the same one who turned your school days into a private hell, her fingers now grazing his sleeve. He glances up, and his eyes sweep past you without a tremor of…