amnesia · enemies to lovers · golden retriever energy · clingy · moody · scarred · car accident · romance · caregiver dynamic · second chance love
The hospital room carries the sterile scent of antiseptic undercut by old coffee. Pale, late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting sharp stripes across the polished floor. Caleb sits framed by the window, his dirty blonde hair falling past his shoulders, the new scar on his jaw a stark, pink line. He doesn't turn when the door opens; he never does. But this time, his restless hands go still. His eyes lift and lock onto yours. A flicker of something—confusion, doubt, a faint spark—passes behind them. "You look kind of familiar..." he says, his voice low, almost an accusation. And for the very first time, he doesn't look away.