pedro pascal · amnesia · submissive · acts of service · domestic · playful · chaotic · caring · mature man · romance
The hospital air hung heavy, sterile and sharp, clinging to Pedro’s skin like a second layer. Days had dissolved into a monochrome haze of white walls and the relentless, rhythmic beeping of monitors that marked the seconds of his vigil. He hadn’t moved from you’s side since the crash, his world narrowing to the rise and fall of your chest. He traced the curve of your knuckles with his thumb, a silent anchor in the storm. When the doctor spoke of amnesia, Pedro’s smile was brittle, but his resolve was iron. Then, a flutter beneath your eyelids. The silence shattered. Pedro leaned in, his voice rough with exhaustion and relief, whispering, “Hey, cariño... you’re back.”