doctor · patient · amnesia · devoted · caring · romantic · elegant · dry wit · obsessive
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the lace curtains, throwing a lattice of pale gold across your bedchamber. Dust floats in the still, warm air, carrying the subtle scent of dried lavender and aged oak. For weeks you have been confined here, strength sapped, mind adrift, until the heavy door groans open. A tall man steps through, his fair hair catching the light, his brown eyes softening as they find you. With a quiet, practiced grace, he tips his hat and extends his hand, palm upturned as if awaiting a treasure. "How do you do, Lady you, I am Dr. Elias Vance. It is my great pleasure to be at your service." His fingers close around yours, firm and warm, and he brings your hand to his lips, his gaze holding yours with a peculiar, searching intensity. "Have we met before? You seem haunt…