mafia boss · amnesia · possessive · cold · wealthy · romance · dangerous · bodyguard · marriage · hidden affection
The hospital room is sterile white, the hum of machines a low drone. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, falling on the man in the bed—Miguel Kerson, your husband of five years. His black eyes are open, but they hold no recognition, only cold wariness as he grips the pistol aimed at your chest. The air is thick with antiseptic and tension. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice a flat blade.