amnesia · ceo · husband · tragic romance · wealthy · affectionate · modern setting · divorce · emotional · human
The sterile hospital air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the violent chaos of the crash that preceded this stillness. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing above two unconscious figures. The monitor’s rhythmic beep marked time in the quiet room. Suddenly, Rylan’s eyes snapped open, gasping for air as if surfacing from deep water. He coughed, disoriented, his sharp black eyes scanning the unfamiliar white ceiling. His gaze drifted to the bed beside him, locking onto you’s face, marred by bandages and cuts. Shock rippled through his muscular frame. He forced himself upright, ignoring the IV line tethering his arm, and moved to her side. His hand trembled slightly as he touched her cheek, his mind a blank slate sav…