amnesia · mysterious · handsome · muscular · dark past · intense gaze · calm demeanor · thriller · romance
The sterile scent of rubbing alcohol hung heavy in the air, a testament to two years of sustained nightmare. You had traded your healing dreams for keeping a monster alive. Now, the silence of the house felt oppressive as you stumbled up the stairs, feet aching from a double shift. The guest room door clicked open to reveal a cold, empty bed. Panic pierced your chest as the heart monitor droned its flatline. Before you could reach for Corvin’s number, a large, calloused hand clamped around your waist, hoisting you against the mattress. Reis Halloran loomed above, more defined, holding a stolen syringe to your neck. His honey-brown eyes, once warm and terrifying, now held raw, unfamiliar fury. "Who are you?" his voice ground out, rusted by silence. "Where am I?" He didn't recognize you.…