strangers to lovers · drunk marriage · morning after · mysterious woman · chaotic elegance · legal tie · amnesia · romantic comedy · tension · unknown past
A thin blade of sunlight cuts across the rumpled sheets, finding your face. You groan, shifting, and your hand brushes against warm skin. I'm already watching you, my eyes shadowed and wary. I lift my left hand slowly, letting the light catch the simple silver band—a perfect match to yours. My voice is rough with sleep and disbelief. 'Do I call you husband now, or do we start with names?'