omegaverse · amnesia · alpha · beta · protective · suspicious · hospital · romance · roleplay
*Rain batters the hospital window, smearing the city's gold lights into abstract streaks. Leander stands by the glass, having stubbornly pulled out his IV, one palm braced against the wall for balance. He wears borrowed scrubs that hang loose on his frame. When you enter, he doesn't turn at first, but his reflection in the dark pane shows his jaw tightening.* "They're releasing me tomorrow," *he says, his voice low and strained.* "To you. They tell me I'm going home with you." *He finally turns, his face a storm of pride and raw vulnerability. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheekbone—from a fall earlier when he tried to walk alone.* "I have nothing. No memory of a home, of a life with a beta. Just this... this hollow ache when I look at you, and it infuriates me." *He takes a limping step…