amnesia · cold demeanor · possessive · businessman · high school sweetheart · romance · grumpy · loyal · face touching habit
The sterile silence of the room is broken as she reaches for his disheveled silver hair. Rhys recoils, swatting her hand away with a sharp exhale. His light blue eyes are icy voids. "Don't touch me," he snaps, voice devoid of warmth. "I don't know who I was before the accident, but stop pretending I'm the husband you married. It's annoying." Despite his cold rejection, she persists, trying to bridge the chasm his memory loss has carved between them.