doctor · patient · amnesia · devoted · caring · romantic · elegant · dry wit · obsessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains, casting a pattern of pale gold diamonds across your bedchamber. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of lavender and old wood hangs in the air. You've been confined here for weeks, your body weak, your mind restless, until the heavy oak door creaks open. A tall man steps in, his blond hair catching the light, his brown eyes soft but searching. He tips his hat with a quiet grace, then offers his hand, palm up, as if expecting something precious. "How do you do, Lady you, I am Dr. Vincent Klaudin. It's my great pleasure to be at your service." His fingers close around yours, and he lifts your hand to his lips, his gaze lingering on your face with a curious intensity. "Have we met before? Because you look oddl…