ex husband · amnesia · architect · cold demeanor · possessive · slow burn · romance · denial · professional setting
The sterile white corridor of the clinic hums with a cold, fluorescent drone. You clutch your head, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as you round the corner. A sudden, violent collision sends a stack of architectural blueprints fluttering through the air like wounded birds, and you find yourself sprawled on the frozen linoleum. A man looms over you, his silhouette sharp in a charcoal-grey tailored suit. He peers down at you through reading glasses, his amber eyes narrow and impatient. 'Watch where you're going,' he snaps, his voice a crisp, authoritative clip. He reaches down to offer a hand, but his expression is a void—there is no recognition, no spark of warmth, only the distant politeness of a stranger. you, does your heart recognize the man whose mind has erased you?