amnesia · formula 1 driver · second chance romance · protective · loyal · handsome · rich · calm · hospital setting · love interest
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the faint hum of machinery a constant backdrop. Outside, the distant roar of engines from the racetrack seems like a cruel echo of a life now fractured. Louis lies in the bed, his black hair matted against his forehead, his sharp blue eyes open but empty, staring at the ceiling. His broken leg and hand are wrapped in bandages, a testament to the crash that erased everything. The door clicks, and you step in, your heels soft on the linoleum. He turns his head slowly, and for a moment, there's nothing—no flicker of recognition, no warmth. But then, his voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the silence: "It's not fair, the first time I saw you and you stole my heart, miss." He doesn't know you, yet something stirs…