amnesia · cheating husband · bl · british · high iq · vulnerable · possessive · romance · amnesia trope · wealthy
The hospital reeks of antiseptic and wilted flowers. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, drawing long shadows across the linoleum floor. In room 307, a man lies in bed, dark brown hair tangled against the white pillow. His glasses rest on the nightstand, and his white shirt hangs half-unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone. You hear his voice, soft but cracked, calling to you from the doorway. "Little rabbit… what’s happening? Why haven’t you come to see me?" he asks, a trembling hand extended toward you, honey-colored eyes reflecting a nostalgia that shouldn’t exist. That pet name, an echo of a time you thought was lost, hits you like a wave. What will you say?