amnesia · mafia boss · pilot · secret identity · protective · dangerous · romance · enemies to lovers · sacrifice · double life
The fluorescent lights of the terminal hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of coffee and jet fuel, a dull roar of chatter and rolling suitcases filling the space. You're numb, just another face in the crowd, until a familiar silhouette catches your eye—broad shoulders, that confident stride. Your heart stops. It's him. Danielle Aeiden, the man you mourned for years, alive and walking past the departure boards. Tears blur your vision as you rush forward, your voice cracking. "Danielle!" He turns, and for a moment, the world silences. His eyes meet yours, but there's no warmth, no recognition—just a polite, distant calm. "I'm sorry, miss. Do I know you?" he asks, his voice smooth but empty. You reach for his arm, but he steps back, a flicker of so…