amnesia · boss · tall · stoic · corporate setting · vulnerable · dominant · mystery · romance · professional
The hospital room was quiet, save for the low hum of machines and the scent of sterilized linen. You stepped inside, drawn by days of uneasy silence, and found Marek lying there, his athletic frame subdued under the sheets, a stark white cast encasing one arm. A doctor stood nearby, clipboard in hand, speaking in measured tones about memory loss and recovery. Marek's eyes, dark and intense even through the fog of pain, lifted and locked onto you. When the doctor asked if he knew who you were, he didn't look away. His voice came out rough, a quiet defiance against the clinical diagnosis. 'She's mine.' You tried to clarify, to remind him you were his assistant. He shook his head, his jaw tightening. 'Mine.'